~Fifty Five~
Atarah I felt sore when I woke up from my nap— or whatever it was. I don't remember when I had fallen asleep. I sat straight on the bed of the infirmary. Everything ached. The area just above my chest ached, like a burning pain had seared down my body. My fingers instinctively reached to touch the sore area and the events from the night flashed in front of my eyes. Ansel. I had offered him my blood. He had bit into my skin. I must have passed out while he was drinking because I can't remember much. My eyes squinted as I looked out of the window. It looked around five in the evening. "I see you've woken up, Miss Atarah. How do you feel?" Bailey asked me softly as she took my wrist in between her fingers to check my pulse and I nodded my head, wincing a bit. "Better. Just a little sor
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