Leila’s POV:
“Lelia?” I can hear a voice calling to me, but I can’t work out whose it is. Strange, since I remember someone talking to someone just now.. I can’t work out who. “Leila?” There it is again. That voice calling me out of whatever malnourished and sleep-deprived slumber I’d almost slipped into. One which I’m only saved from when my head starts to slip off the desk and I bang it against the sharp corner, the pain anchoring me back to reality.
“I’m okay,” I mumble, waving away whoever’s hand is still offered in my direction, the pain spiking through my skull similar in force to someone hitting me over the head with a hammer. Repeatedly. “Seriously I’ll be fine. It’s just from when I bumped my head earlier,” I finger that area delicately and wince when I feel the swelling still
