[AWUOR]
"I can't believe she made me do that," Hawi whined when she woke up with a splitting headache, clutching her head like it was supposed to make her feel any better.
Her body was still sore, but cooped to the last time she could recall her pains, she was feeling a little better. She was currently in a comfy bed, one that she could have sworn she hadn't called for or even summoned.
It was a luxurious one, the kind that she had in Sicario, but her bed with Jer was comparably smaller than this one. Sure, it had been a big eight-by-twelve bed, but as Hawi took in her surroundings, she knew she wasn't even at the Clarkson pack anymore.
The huge bed covered in white sheets that were stained by her bloodied body stared at her as she watched the endless bed. She could see Rukiya beside her and for a moment, Hawi let out a sigh of relief.
