Everyn's POV
The room I wake up in is not the one I remember being in. A few lights are turned on and the light is dim, while outside a storm is clearly raging, because the windows are shaking lightly as the wind howls madly.
A soft groan escapes me and I am surprised at how dry my throat feels. My whole body feels numb and, despite the struggle I put into pushing myself up, I don't have the required strength to do so. I try to blink away the have but I don't manage to. Another long groan escapes me, and my wordless pleas for help are answered when someone pushes an arm under my back and I am slowly helped up. The touch lingers a moment more and I want to shove whoever it was away.
I lean back into the pillows and headboard of the bed and reach both my hands up, rubbing my eyes and pu
