Liana
It is pitch dark when I wake up. My upper body is on fire and my head is throbbing but strangely enough, I am calm. I groan as pain radiates through me as I sit up. Something heavy is on my waist and I scream as I touch the arm that is draped over me.
"Liana?" Axel says urgently. "It is me."
"Axel?" Surprised I turn on the bedside lamp and immediately regret it as the light intensifies my headache.
'How are you feeling?" His voice is thick with sleep as he sits up.
"Like shit," I mumble as I close my eyes.
"Are you in pain?" He asks concerned.
"A lot," I whimper, pressing my fingers against my temples.
"I will take care of it," he stands up and walks out of the room.