Clay POV
As I woke up, the sunlight flooded the room, its brightness piercing through my heavy eyelids. My body was engulfed in discomfort, feeling as though it had been struck by a colossal force. A persistent throbbing in my head intensified the sensation. The itchiness of my skin added to the unpleasant symphony of sensations, making each movement a painful endeavor.
Amidst the haze of my condition, I could hear muffled voices from outside the room, indicating the presence of others. Struggling to focus, I attempted to rise from the bed, only to be met with a wave of dizziness. Before I could gather my thoughts, Emma entered the room, her presence a welcome relief. She observed me with concern, handing me a bottle of water.
"Your shift is approaching," she informed me, her words lad
