"Harriet?"
"Harriet?"
I felt a brush of fingers on my cheek. I feel so lightheaded, my eyes fluttered from the dazzling light on the ceiling. When I tried to move my right arm, I grimaced and gave a hissing noise as the pain shortly flooded my senses, making me almost blackout. Ohhh great. I felt pain. I'm not dead yet.
"What day is it?" I asked, rasping as I tried to recline myself on the headboard, cringing in pain. Jason helped me and placed the cushions comfortably on my back.
"You slept like a log, warrior princess," he muttered, smiling. He brushed the hair from my face and tucked it behind my ear. "It's been two days."
"WHAT?!" I almost sat straight in shock but my arm was still agonizingly painful. When I looked at it, it was coated with a hard brace, correcting my bone from b
