Clara's POV-
After I was done talking about the drink, I felt somehow. Like I was high on something. Then my legs began getting weak, something was not right, I picked up the bottle of drink and looked at it.
" What's all this?" I said weakly.
All I wanted to do was to lay on the bed and sleep. I stretched my legs so I could comfortably be on the bed and just sleep. I did that but it was not relaxing enough.
I needed to do more, like close my eyes because my eyes were beginning to hurt and they were begging that I close them.
I stayed that way for a long time, the music I was hearing before was no longer audible. I could not move my legs or my hands; there was so much going on around me, and I could not figure things out.
I knew that the door had opened at some point, and someo
