ONE WEEK LATER. FRIDAY

When I wake up it is to the soft touch of someone's skin against my regrown arm. My eyelids flutter slower as dim lighters through my lashes. I saw several blurry figures looming above me. I couldn't make out any faces or sounds except for the darker skin of Jhan... Or Nicha.

After a few more minutes of indistinct chatter and blurry vision, I finally made out Leya's face. She looked down at me, a concerned frown on her face.

"Le-Leya?" I ...