Angelica’s POV:
I regret it, the moment I open my eyes. From the pounding head to vomit taste and excessive dehydration, I figure I was in hell.
It hurt to swallow, to fully open my eyes. The curtains were still closed, and I’m thankful for that. I curl my body inward, wanting to sleep it off, but it wasn’t working.
I held my hands close to my face, sniffing in what seems to be iron. I take a few blinks, trying to properly place my vision into function. Ignoring the headache, I sat upward and looked down to see red streaks all over my knuckles. My eyes gap open, and I threw my legs off the bed only to regret it more — the headache.
I held my head, stumbling my way into the restroom, knocking over some items on the counter. The light clicks on to reveal my messy hair and pajam
