Raven
"Get up!" she snapped, pressing her hand tightly against her nose as though it might block out the stench of my vomit. I remained on my knees, one hand braced weakly against the floor, my stomach still churning.
The second time had been worse.
Much worse.
It had drained me in a way I hadn't expected, leaving my limbs heavy and my vision slightly blurred at the edges. Even breathing felt like effort, each inhale shallow, each exhale unsteady.
Still, I wasn't complaining.
Not really.
I lifted my head slowly, leaning back against the cold wall for support. My gaze drifted upward just in time to see Gessia rummaging through the bag slung over her shoulder. She pulled out two small green bottles, their glass faintly glowing, and without ceremony dropped them into my lap.
"Drink it," she ordered sharply. "I'll have Yoria send food to your room."
She was already stepping back, as if her task was complete, as if I were nothing more than something unpleasant she had to endure.
