Cecelia’s POV
The cold wooden planks felt rough against my cheek when my eyes flicked open, and I didn’t even know how I ended up on the floor instead of the rusty cot, but a sudden wave of blinding agony shot through my knees and elbows, making me scream out loud as my joints locked up completely until I couldn’t even bend my fingers. The dark ceiling of the cabin seemed to spin around over my head, and I tried to crawl toward the door to find some cold air because my lungs felt like they were filled with dry ash, but my muscles refused to obey my mind and left me twitching in the dust while the heat under my skin grew even more intense.
“Stay completely still, Cecelia, because you rolled off the mattress during the last spasm and your skeletal structure is currently too fragile for you
