Sunday
09:20
Cecelia opened her eyes and groaned at the pain that shot through her head when the light pierced her sight. “Christ.” She muttered, the room was way too bright. She screwed her eyes shut and slowly turned her head to the side. Riley was asleep in the chair next to the bed she lay in. She moved her hand, testing it, and knocked something to the floor which startled Riley awake. He shot up out of his chair, his clothes were creased and his hair was a mess from a night of uncomfortable sleep.
“Cecelia?” He said looking at her, making sure he wasn’t dreaming. “Oh thank god, you’re awake.”
“Where the hell am I?” She croaked out in a whisper. She put a hand to her throat and frowned. What was wrong with her voice, and god was her throat agony! Did she have tonsillitis? No, she
