Lana's POV
I woke up back in my room at the packhouse. Based on the light, it seemed to be quite early in the morning. My neck felt bruised and sore and I cleared my throat, feeling the scratchiness within. Suddenly, memories from the previous night flashed through my mind and I sat up in a panic.
"GABBI!" I yelped, my voice sounding hoarse from the bruising.
As soon as I moved, the door swung open and Mark rushed in, worry etched all over his face.
"Lana, how are you feeling?"
He reached his hands out and held me by the shoulders, appearing to inspect me from different angles but I tried to brush him away, sliding out of the bed and nearly falling. s**t, I forgot about my bad ankle.
"Gabbi?" I gasped again through the pain that shot up my leg, still trying to get away from my bed a
