Malachi woke up, his whole body aching. As he shifted, pain stabbed him at the side of his stomach. He could feel the bandage around his waist and he looked around with heavy eyelids.
Ravina sat near the window, staring into the night. She seemed lost in thought. Malachi watched her in silence, his throat and lips feeling dry. As if sensing that he was awake, she turned to him, her eyes blue eyes looking tired and dead.
"You are awake," she said as a matter of fact. She stood up and walked around the bed and he followed her with his gaze as she came to stand beside him. "How are you feeling?"
Why was she alone here with him?
He parted his dry lips to speak. "Why are you here?" He croaked.
"To take care of you. Let me bring you some water." She said and without waiting for his reply she left him.
Malachi forced himself to sit up, then looked down at the bandage wrapped around his waist. Taking care of him? What was happening?
