The room was warm when Raziah's long and curved lashes fell open, the sleep dissipating from her eyes as her vision grew less blurry till everything was clear. She was lying on the bed alone, and there was no one in the room with her.
She pushed her upper body forward to sit up. Her tied hair which had loosened up was all over her face, wavy and utterly angelic on her. Her cold eyes weren't even hindering any fragment of her beauty from being displayed. It was already morning when she woke up, informing her that she had slept for the whole of yesterday, and last night. Looking down at her injured palm, she saw that it had been well taken care of, and a clean white thin sheet had been wrapped around it.
Without wasting any more time, she walked up to the cupboard and pulled out a change of clothes before heading to the bathroom. Unknowingly to Raziah, a familiar piece of paper had dropped as she took the clothing out before she walked into the bathroom and locked the door.
