Mabel.
I woke up lying awkwardly on the bed, the scruffy blanket hung over my legs and my hair was scattered over my face, the morning light crept in through the holes on the dirty rug that hung over the window.
My mouth felt sore.
My arms? Weak as sticks.
I blinked slowly, trying to gather my thoughts, the last thing I remembered was the game.
“Guessing game.”
I remembered the laughter, his ridiculous clues, my final failed guess, dog, who ever knew such existed anyway.
But that's it, nothing more.
I must have fainted.
With a groan, I reached for the cane resting against the bedside, my fingers held onto it as tightly as I could muster.
It was smoother now, like it was peeled.
I pulled myself upright with its aid and against the will of my joints.
The pain was there, but I cou
