I wake up in my bed.
How did I get back to my room?
My eyes are open, and my mind is alert, but my body won't budge.
Am I paralyzed?
Wait, I can wiggle a little.
Gathering my strength, I manage to lift my upper body, supporting it with an elbow.
When I feel like I'm making progress, my elbow gives, and I land face down on the bed.
Fvck.
A knock at the door sends me into panic mode.
"Help!" I yell.
The door opens, and Troy comes rushing through.
I thought it was Leeta. Today is off to a bad start. Ugh. I groan.
Troy stands in the room, holding the door still. His eyes looked around the room for the reason I needed help.
"Did you need help?" He asks.
"Um. Can you get someone else to help me?" I ask, feeling exposed, sprawled out on the bed. I'm under the covers, sure, but I'
