Ornate Luxury

Eira laughed as she pushed herself off the door. She straightened and walked over to the bed before lying on it.

She stayed like that for a few minutes before bolting upright.

Fuck! Elma!

Hurriedly, she picked up her phone, went to her contact list, which was almost nonexistent, and dialed Elma's number.

The first ring didn't even finish before it was answered.

"Ephyra, dear? Is that you?" Elma's worried and familiar voice came through the line, thick with relief.

"Yes, Elma, it's me," Eira responded quickly. "I'm sorry for not calling you. You must have been very worried when I didn't come back home yesterday."

"Oh, my dear, I was indeed very worried! How are you doing? Are you alright? Did something happen? Where are you? What happened?" The worry and dread in her voice rose higher as Elma thought of various things that could have happened to Ephyra, each image in her head overlapping with Ephyra's pale body on a hospital bed.