Gabbi slipped in and out of consciousness throughout the night. Someone must have entered the room while she was drifting, for she felt a shift in the bed as the male who had been holding her was separated from her.
She let out a cry of protest, her body instinctively seeking the comforting heat he provided, but he stayed close, his skin brushing hers. He didn't fully embrace her again but kept enough contact that she was aware of his presence. It was enough to settle the frantic energy that threatened to overwhelm her.
"She needs to drink this," another voice, one she didn't recognize, spoke softly from somewhere in the room.
There was a murmur of agreement from the male beside her, and before Gabbi could resist, she felt a cup being pressed to her lips. Her dry throat convulsed, and she instinctively parted her lips.
