Millie's P.O.V.
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"How are you feeling, cupcake?" Milo asked me.
I sat up, and rested against his headboard.
"I feel like I've been run over by a truck, and my head hurts." I told him.
Milo nodded before getting up, and going to the door. He opened it, and poked his head out. The others must be out there still.
"She's awake, and in pain," Milo said.
"I'll go get her some meds and water." Oliver offered.
I saw Milo nod, and then step to the side. Atlas walked into the room. His eyes didn't meet mine, but he walked over to the bed and looked me over. He stayed standing up, but close to me. I frowned up at Atlas. Not that he saw me because he wouldn't look at my face.
I looked back at Milo. He's staring at me, but his face is unreadable.
