Ameila's eyes fluttered open.
She blinked slowly, her vision adjusting to the soft light in the room. The first thing she noticed was the ceiling.
Her brows furrowed slightly as she shifted, realizing she was lying on a bed.
"A bed?", Confusion crept into her mind. "How did I get here…?"
Her body felt light, almost too light, like she had just woken up from a deep sleep.
Her fingers curled slightly against the sheets as memories tried to piece themselves together.
The bathroom…
The bathtub…
The warm water…
She sat up abruptly. "Wait…" she whispered to herself, her heart beginning to race. "Wasn't I in the bathroom?"
Her thoughts tangled. "Did I… fall asleep?" Her chest tightened slightly. "Did I get a fever again… like I did in Aldric's house?"
She swung her legs over the bed, about to stand—
The door burst open.
"Ameila!"
Emily rushed in, her movements quick and energetic. She ran straight to the bed and grabbed Ameila's arm, helping her up without hesitation.
