Indianna screamed and curled up on the bed, writhing in pain. She squeezed her eyes shut and whimpered, wishing it would stop.
"Oh, hun," Brooke sighed, pressing a cool towel to Indianna's burning forehead. "I'm so sorry."
"It's not your fault," Indianna groaned as another wave of pain washed over her. "B-Brooke?"
"Yes?"
"Greyson," she whispered through clenched teeth, hissing in pain. "C-can you... get Greyson?"
"Of course!" Brooke said, rushing from the room. Moments later, Greyson appeared and crouched beside the bed.
"You're looking dashing today," he said with a smirk. Indianna rolled her eyes and weakly punched him.
"Shut up. I asked for you to help with the pain, not to be an ass," she groaned.
"I can do both, don't worry," he said smugly, circling the bed to lie down beside
