***Ivy***
When my eyes opened, I took in the ceiling I realized I was in my room at my parents' place. Glancing over at the clock, I saw it was after two in the afternoon, I rubbed my forehead; I was out for a few hours, seeing as we went to the pack house around nine this morning.
My door opened. Looking over, Mom was walking in with two glasses of tea in her hands. When she looked up, her eyes widened,
"Hey, sweetheart, how are you feeling?" She hurried and sat on the side of my bed. Once she set the glasses down on the nightstand next to the bed.
"You've been out for a while," She says as she brushes some hair out of my face, "Dad said you would be out for a bit."
I nodded, rubbing a hand over my chest, it hurts almost like a gravel rash on my skin, but then there's that deeper h
