NIRELLE
I slowly come to myself and look around. I feel groggy, and my head is pounding as I try to sit in bed. The room is familiar and strange at once. I look around, and the interior is too different. I look around the room and see a little bit of light seeping in from the long curtains.
"What am I doing here?" I murmur gently as memories from yesterday flood my mind. I had been the one who voluntarily drank and even ran to Lucien's room. I look and see Lucien seated on the couch, fast asleep; there is a stool beside him with a tray that has a glass and a pitcher of water alongside a tablet of aspirin. I need to get out of here before he wakes up. I look down and see my slippers well arranged by the bedside.
I take off the blanket from my body and feel a chilly air touch the exposed
