Lilian pov
I woke up with a splitting headache. That was the first thing I noticed. The second, was Kurt’s hand holding mine. The electric tingles were slowly racing up and down my arm, leaving me breathless.
He was sitting in a chair pushed up against my bed, his head resting on my bed as he slept. I stared at him, watching the innocent look on his face as he rested. Slowly I sat up, gently prying my hand out of his. Raven whined at the loss of contact and I ignored her, glancing at the clock on the nightstand. It was ten in the morning. Did I sleep the whole day after the match?
Ugh...the match. I clutched my head in my hands as memories from the match came back to me, flooding into my mind. What was wrong with me? Why did I get so overwhelmed? Why did both of the ghosts attack me a
