I am awoken by the pressing need to throw up, as my stomach seems to churn uncontrollably for some reason. Groaning, I try to sit up but fail miserably, so I turn to my side, feeling the world spin around me and willing it to stop. When I finally open my eyes, I find myself staring at an empty wall.
“Are you okay?”
Startled, I follow the sound of the voice that I recognize and I gasp when I see Jayden sitting on another bed, looking rather green.
“You’re here too? I thought—”
He swallows, as if in pain, and I wonder what’s wrong with him. He doesn’t look hurt but his skin has a sickly shade, and his forehead is dotted with sweat.
“Did they hurt you? You look like hell…” I mutter thickly, closing my eyes as I start to feel ill again. They must have clonked my head very hard, that’s why
