Bella
I woke up with cold pressing against my head.
Not the nice kind of cold. The rude kind. The kind that makes your skull feel like it's been hit with a hammer and then dunked in ice.
I groaned and tried to move.
Someone was with me.
At first my eyes were useless. Everything was blurry, shapes melting into each other. I blinked once. Twice. Then I closed my eyes hard and opened them again.
The room came into focus.
Fred.
Logan's doctor.
He was sitting on the edge of the bed, calm as always, holding an ice pack to my forehead like I was some fragile glass doll.
I pushed myself up too fast.
"Ow—" I hissed, grabbing my head. "What happened?"
I looked around, confused.
I wasn't in Logan's room. This place smelled different.
Sharp. Clean. Bitter. Like herbs and alcohol mixed together.
The room looked strange in a good way.
