ARIA’S POV
“I want to die.”
Grace looked over at me.
She stretched her hand out and slapped my face.
“Ow. What the hell was that for?”
She shifted on the bed we were both in.
“I told you not to come to work. You’re still not healed.”
I rolled my eyes and covered my face with the pillow.
“I am fine.”
“No, you’re not. Your legs are still sore, and you’re suffering from heartache.”
She ripped the pillow off my face.
“What are you on about now, Grace?”
She pinched my nose, and my eyes squeezed tight.
“Will you stop being annoying?” I said a little too loudly.
Grace shrugged and got up from the bed.
“I need to get ready for my shift.”
“Yeah, me too.”
I took a deep breath and sat up with difficulty.
Just that act alone made my forehead bead with sweat.
I rubbed my legs to ease
