Something cool and wet moves across my forehead. I wince at the sting, suddenly aware of just how sore I am. I feel like I got hit by a freight train. Every breath feels like someone is trying to pull my lungs out. I make some noise like a cough mixed with a groan as I will the pain to subside.
"Avery?" The cloth stops moving, as a warm hand presses gently to my cheek.
I groan as I force my eyes to open, squinting to see Lana clearly. Her head hovers above mine.
"Thank God, I was starting to worry." She says, sighing a breath of relief as she presses the cloth to my face again.
I push her hand off of me, and try to sit up. A cry of pain echos off the walls, as I try to wrap my arms around myself. The pain is nearly unbearable and I realize that one of my arms isn't responding to what I
