RIYA
I stare at the white ceiling when my eyes flutter open.
My head is pounding and my throat is parched. My eyelids are heavy and the side of my stomach is on fire.
My eyes lazily meet Asher's, and I blink with difficult in an attempt to focus. He appears to be kinda fuzzy.
I close my eyes again.
The room smells of medicine and antiseptic. The smell makes me feel sick to the stomach.
Gah. I hate hospitals.
I remember last night all too well. The memory of Jordan getting shot is the last thing on my mind. It's a very unpleasant memory and I don't want to think about it at all.
I actually feel bad about Jordan getting killed. I've spent a better part of my life hating him and wishing death upon him and now that he's dead, I almost wish that he wasn't.
Almost.
Asher's fin
