Avara POV.
I wake to pain pounding my head. My throat is parched. And I'm starving.
I drag my eyes open, strains of light filtering through. I ease up, trying to settle on my elbows. My delayed senses prevent me from realizing I'm not alone. I jolt upright. Kelsey's hands fly to her shoulders before she places one of them on her heart and extends the other to me.
"Whoa, it's me. It's only me."
I flop back down, closing my eyes, pasting my hand on my sizzling forehead.
"Do you remember what happened?"
Images flit through my mind. Fragments of memories.
"Here."
She nears the bedside table, and that's when I see she has an assortment arranged on the bedside table.
Kelsey hands me a glass of water and a white pill. "Aspirin."
I take it eagerly, downing it with the water.
Then she picks up a side plate with a loaded sandwich on top.
