I woke up in that familiar small cot with green fabric around me. Isiah and Zach sat on the cots beside me with bandages around their foreheads. I felt a sudden wave of nausea hit me and I grabbed the bucket on the small end table beside me. I emptied the contents of my stomach and then some.
"Gross." Isiah wrinkled his nose, when I laid back on the bed again.
I was worn out, and my body felt so cold inside. The darkness had lingered inside me and chilled me to my core. I need Kiran, I need his warmth and his comfort.
"Well she is pregnant." Zach added. "We're lucky she didn't puke while fighting."
"That's not why I threw up." I snapped.
"It's fine. We get it. We're not judging you for fighting while pregnant. Not everyone has that nurturing side." Isiah added.
I sat up on the
