-NIA’S POV-
My heavy eyelids blinked open to meet a plain white ceiling. My dry throat hurt so bad that whenever I swallowed, it was like a shrimp was stuck in my windpipe. I couldn’t even muster a groan.
Dazed and weak, with leaden limbs, I couldn't feel anything from my waist down. I felt like death.
“Technically, we died, Nia.” Starr huffed.
Go figure.
I took a long, shaky breath, hyperaware of the pain ricocheting against my ribcage as my lungs expanded, and finally hauled myself onto my elbows. My body groaned in protest.
Seashell white blankets surrounded me like a blessed cocoon and a sheen of the moonlight passed through the open window, pooling on my skin.
Managing to swivel my head, I vetted the surroundings. The room was dark and quiet with only the sound of slow, even br
