Chapter 7
I woke up in our room and my head was throbbing. My arm was wrapped with a bandage and my lower body was covered with the white duvet.
“How are you? Are you okay?” I looked to my side and found Storm standing with a cup on his hand, strong black coffee, I can smell it.
“Coffees are good with cinnamon, cappuccino, try it next time” I uttered and my voice was sore. My mouth feels dry and thirsty which Storm might have noticed since he helped me sat down and handed me a glass of water. I drank it slowly as if tasting every drop of it even though it was tasteless.
“Thank you.”
“Are you okay now?” he asked and I nodded and stared at my bandaged arm where I was wounded.
“What time is it?” I asked and cleared my throat as I felt a lump in it.
“You might want to ask what day is
