I don't like the drugs
Kavielle POV
I don't like the drugs
Kavielle POV
My body must have weighed thousands of pounds suddenly; when I woke, the room was darkened, just the lights of the monitors giving the room a slight glow. When I tried to sit up, nothing would move. The feeling was familiar, the weight pushing me to the bed, the medication they would trap me inside my own body with.
Opening my mouth, a small moan escaped, the ability to formulate words hadn't come back to me yet. I lulled my head to the side, looking across the room. In the distance, it appeared there was someone there. A form under a blanket, posted on couch against the wall. Did one of them decide to stay with me? Oh my god, Drew… Did he really stay with me?