Pain bristled through my body. Every inch of my skin felt as though it was burning, and even my bones felt like they were all cracked and mended together all over again. I didn't know how long I had been asleep or unconscious. All I knew was that one moment, I was on the floor of the arena, and the other, I was…
Where was I?
There was a faint warmth against my skin, and my eyes trailed after the trail until my eyes landed on a figure. My sight was blurry, but even so, I could make out the features of the person seated right in front of me.
"Blaise?" I muttered. I reached out, blinking rapidly in an attempt to clear the fogginess from my eyes, but to no avail. "You seem a little different. Did you cut your hair?" I paused, a sudden worrying thought striking through my head. "Was it Damon? Did you guys get into a fight?"