Norah
A dull ache in my shoulders pulled me out of the vague memory, as the magic of sleep that numbed the pain slowly disappeared as sensations of heaviness and throbbing body pulled me from my unconsciousness. My head throbbed probably from all the crying and soaking in the heavy rain for hours, my body feeling weak as I slowly opened my eyes. A groan left my dry throat as I slowly sat up, the duvet that covered me sliding down my upper body, puddling to my waist. I blinked away the heaviness in my eyes as I tried to focus. I was still clad in a bra, half naked on the upper body, but a white bandage had covered my wound that was rolled many times on my upper chest and shoulders.
He had dressed my wound.
Dim light entered through the windows, the gray clouds scattered in the sky, the
