/Tracy's POV/
I hummed from my sleep feeling weak all over when I heard heavy pounding of feet from the stairs. I slowly move my hand down to the legs of the bed trying to retrieve my dagger but then Annette showed up.
"What's the wrong with the heavy walking?" I complained with my brows creased at her.
"I'm sorry, are you okay? You look terrible" Annette pointed out the obvious for me and I scoffed.
"I seriously wouldn't be in bed if I am fine" I sassed at her going back to sleep.
"What's wrong?" Annette pressed further and I wish I could cover my ears from her. Why the f**k does she have to disturb me with the concern on her face and voice. Can't I just use some alone time with everyone.
"I saw you...and Chris having a big argument, do you wanna talk about it-
"I seriously do not
