˙ VALKYRIE

Azira had asked me for the hundredth time if I was okay, yet I couldn't say anything. Not because I didn't want to. But because I couldn't explain.

My thigh throbbed with unbearable heat. I clenched them. 

How do I tell Azira that?

My lips trembled and my skin shook at any touch. Any little contact with my body causes a spark, like I am dropped in an ice bath.

“Do you need some water? Or would you prefer a warm bath?” 

I didn't respond.

My face was pale, white, and ...