It smelled like vomit and sweat. Dark and cold, then hot. Bright orange light, and sweet-smelling moss. A pretty voice. Leigh pulled herself out of the dark hole that had become her thoughts, and sleep. She stared up at a smooth stone roof. The sound of waves crashing into rocks sounded peaceful. The crackle of a fire made flickering shadows dance across the stone walls. She pushed herself onto her elbows, blinking away that annoying blurry dot.
"Leigh," breathed a soft voice, relieved.
She turned her head, looking straight into Six's grey eyes. His hand clutched Leigh's.
"You're ok." He smiled. Something was off. His face was tinged a light grey, and he looked absolutely exhausted.
"How are you?" He asked, squeezing Leigh's hand.
"I'm -" A hacking cough fought its way up her lun
