I wake up in a strange room with a dull headache and a vague feeling of unease. I look around and see Asher sitting next to me, his hand on my forehead, checking my temperature.
Quincy is in a corner of the room, arms crossed and a stern look on his face. I remember the events of the night before, and I feel a shiver run down my spine. I can’t believe I’m still alive.
“Hey, you’re awake,” Asher says, softly smiling at me. “How do you feel?”
“Better, I think,” I reply, sitting up slowly. "I feel much better. Thank you, both of you.”
Asher gives me a gentle smile, but Quincy’s expression remains unchanged.
“You need to rest,” Asher says, standing up. “Let me take care of you.”
“I’ll take care of her; can't you see she just got up?” Quincy looks like he’s about to argue, but Asher cuts
