From the minute that Sofia opened her eyes, she was able to feel her head begin to pound. The first thing her gaze set upon had been the clock, as it showed six hours passed the time she last recalled. Her memory drew a bit fuzzy before she looked over and saw Max on the foot of the bed. He had been watching her closely, almost as if waiting for her to shift into something. He didn’t want to startle her, however, which was why he remained quiet while she adjusted to consciousness.
“What happened?” As she spoke, she could feel a small section of her bottom lip that was positioned more to the left to be slightly swollen. She brought her fingers to it upon feeling the slight bulge.
“You were scolding me for some reason and slipped on a rag. You hit your head pretty hard and bit your lip,
