I swore I only blinked, but when I opened my eyes again, I found myself looking at a shabby ceiling. I felt something cold resting on my forehead so I raised a hand to check it out. A wet towel.
"Ugh," I groaned as I sat up. I was in the same room that was prepared for me, but this time, I wasn't alone. Alexander sat beside the makeshift bed, dozing off with his head leaning against the wall.
I was feeling a lot better after that nap. A slight headache pounded against my temples and I assumed my fever had gone down. My stomach was still churning weirdly a little, but barely. It was both fascinating and embarrassing to fall that sick over a mere three-hour trip.
Craning my head, I stared at Alexander's sleeping face. His forehead was a little bit creased as if he was having a bad dream
