"Natalia, will you come down for dinner?" Arizona pokes her pink head through the door, her smooth forehead, riddled with wrinkles. She looked slightly shocked for a moment when I nodded my head- well I wouldn't blame her, I've been making myself an own prisoner to my room lately.
"Why are you frowning?" I ask, giving her a smile. I felt the soft carpet touch my toes as I left the confines of my comfy bed and walk towards her to let her enter my room.
"You're hurt, Lia." I smile and shrug my shoulders, my arm slightly stinging from the effort placed on it.
"I'm used to this, it's just a minor scratch." She lifts one eye brow and shake her head as she pushed me gently towards the bed.
"That's not just a scratch. How did you even get this? I didn't see you hurt yourself out in the fi
