Gwen
Glass bottles clinked nearby. My legs shook as I stretched them from being still for too long. I groaned as I pried my eyes open. Crust had formed in their corners, and they burned, my vision blurry. I tried to raise my hands to rub them, but my arms were pinned down by heavy weights.
A familiar scent surrounded me, telling me Jay was at my back, with his arms wrapped around me. I would’ve fallen back asleep if the other scents and shuffling of someone’s feet told me we weren’t at home.
I wiggled my arms free from his grasp, much to Jay’s displeasure as he grunted behind me. His arms wrapped tighter around my waist as I rubbed the grime from my eyes.
The room was unfamiliar, but the scents weren’t. Before me was a wall of cabinets with medical supplies. Bundles of bandages, little
