Aurora pov

The following morning, when I woke up, I slowly pushed myself upright, careful not to strain my injured arm. After freshening up as best as I could, I slipped into a pair of black shorts and a green sweatshirt. My hair was still damp, strands clinging to my skin. With only one good hand, there was little I could do about it.

I tried anyway, opening the drawer, I pulled out the hair dryer, only to realize that I could only move one hand for now.

Frustrated, I set it down on ...