Amira's pov
I turn around on my side, stretching my legs to hug the pillow. Why is my head throbbing like I slammed my head in a wall.
Did I?
Well I am clumsy. I won't be surprised if I wake up with a bandaged head.
Ignoring my stupid thoughts, I snuggle my face into the pillow to only inhale the stink of...
Anticeptic?
I open my eyes to be only welcomed by the boring white walls of the infirmary. Placing my palms on the mattress I try to get up when bright light hits my eyes and literally blind me.
I saw bright white spots in my vision and I almost went colour blind.
Wait a second. Where am I again?
Last I remember...it was their wedding night. Hope and Aalan were getting married.
The realisation suddenly hits me like a truck and I feel the rooted dagger move in my chest.
