"Hnmm?"
Jerrod groaned as his body felt heavy. The headache that he had before he slept was still there and became even worse. He also had a hard time opening his eyes, which caused the wrinkles on his forehead to fold. He tries to move his hand or his legs, but none of them follows his will to move.
He was awake but could not move on his own. It became even more frightening for him because he could sense he was not in the hotel room anymore, but had no means of knowing where he was because his eyes were not opening up.
"Honey?"
A cold hand suddenly clasped his right hand. He flinched, but didn't have the strength to pull it away. That person made him feel wary by massaging his hand, but then he relaxed after finally recognizing the person giving him pats and massage.
"Honey, please be well."
Her voice is a lot warmer than her cold hands.
"M-ma."
