I awoke to a knock on my door.
I rolled over to my side, and groggily said, “Come in.”
It was Hunter. He opened the door, and walked in, and when he did, I noticed that the sky outside was significantly darker, and it was raining again.
“You were asleep for many hours,” he pointed out. “I was afraid that something had happened to you.”
“Oh, I’m fine,” I assured him. “I feel better than ever.”
He stood by the edge of the bed, and I sat up and hugged my knees. I was aware of every pang of pain that I felt, and it wasn’t the best feeling in the world. The area under my eye also felt swollen, so that was an inconvenience.
His eyes were right on that bruise.
“How do you feel?” he asked.
I shrugged. “I already told you.”
“I mean, seriously?”
“Why do you care?” I retorted, which ma
