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Adi watched Honi march out the door. He had just walked away from an argument when she was injured and in need of some TLC. It was probably a good thing that they couldn’t tear into each other when they were both tired and hurt. Still, she wanted him by her side. Although his mom would probably drag him out of her room by the ear. She snorted at the image, then cringed as the movement jostled her aching head again.
With a whimper of frustration, she fell back onto the mattress. She winced again when her head connected with the surface. The movement certainly hadn’t done her injury any good. And she felt dizzy on top of it.
Maybe Honi was right and she needed more sleep. She rolled to her side and curled up into an embryonic position, pulling the covers over herself. Concentrating on
