Blair’s POV
Gradually, I begin to awaken from the realms of slumber, a beeping sound echoing in the background. It takes a moment for me to comprehend the source, and as realization dawns, I emit a groan, my hand seeking the disturbance. After a brief search, I locate the alarm clock and fling it across the room, finding a fleeting satisfaction in the shattering symphony it creates.
Yet, my triumph is short-lived, as the echo of multiple footsteps heralds the intrusion of my room. Blinking my eyes open, I attempt to rise, only to be met with a throbbing head and the weight of leaden limbs.
“What’s happening?” a voice inquires, drawing my gaze towards the gathering figures of my friends clustered around my bedside.
“Just the alarm clock,” Blake sighs, his tone laced with weariness.
“Wh
