Torrin
My head hurts.
It feels like someone jammed it into the door, making sure to forceful slam it, repeatedly.
My eyes open and the brightness of the destroyed Museum, causes them to shut again. After a minute goes by, I repeat my movement, this time succeeding. Sitting up, red liquid pours down onto my lap, and pain makes its presence known. "Fuck." I curse, realizing how deep the bite wound is. Normally, if I was hurt I'd heal within seconds. But this being a Demon bite, it would take days, maybe even months to heal. Taking in a harsh breath, I force myself to stand up fully.
My head throbs and pulses in my skull. My brain feels like it's about to explode. The memory of Natasha being dragged away plays over and over in my mind.
"No, Natasha. Don't you fall asleep!" I shout at
