Her mouth was dry and she smacked her lips a few times to wet them. She was lying down, in a bed it seemed, and the room was bright. Light from the window reflecting off the eggshell-white walls made her want to close her eyes again. She felt like she had slept for years, but her body was still tired. She heard the beeping of a machine and slowly turned her head toward the source of the noise. The muscles in her neck were stiff and sore. She saw Kail sitting in a chair by the window; she was sleeping, it appeared. Goosebumps filled the skin of her arm as the cool air circulated in the room, hitting her from every direction. Squirming around from the uncomfortable feeling of the rigid bed, she tried to yelp out to get Kail’s attention, but nothing would come out. The texture of the roof of her mouth felt chalk-like and speaking was futile. “You awake? How do you feel?” Kail asked her as she woke up in the chair. Before Willow could attempt to answer, she felt something surge from her gut and into her throat.
