Ace
“Wakey, wakey, sunshine.”
I open my eyes, propping myself onto my elbow as I push myself up.
Corvina is sitting on the edge of my bed, dangling her feet as she grins at me.
“Aintín?” I push out a breath, my voice not more than a rasping sound.
It’s still strange that I am allowed to still call her that.
I didn’t think she would accept it, coming from me.
“How are you feeling?” she asks, kicking her feet.
Blinking repeatedly, I sigh, “Fine… I guess. Did I sleep for long? I feel like I have slept for ages.”
“You have been out for a few days…” she says in a sing-song as if she just told me that I took a little nap.
“What—” I sit up, a piercing pain shooting through my body, forcing me back down.
“Oh, oh, oh,” she urges me to go slow, holding out her hand. “Not so fast
