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HEMERA'S POV
The next time I wake up, I'm able to move, if only a little. It still hurts like h*ll, but not as bad. I groan softly as I push myself upright, wincing as the healing skin pulls and cracks. Oww, big mistake!
I yawn and rub my eyes but wince as I try to lift my arms up. Oh, yeah, that's not going to work. I groan and curl into myself as I look up. I can't help but smile through the pain when I see Nia. He's sitting in the chair he was in the first time I woke up, his cheek against his fist, utterly dead to the world. A damp towel is around his neck, and his hair is more frizzy than usual as if he didn't properly take care of it after washing it.
I probably shouldn't, but I push the covers off and try to stand. Oh, bed sores really hurt, as it turns out. My muscles ache,
