Chapter 22

Aria was blinking, looking at the peach ceiling, and her face crumpled from the sudden pain banging on her head. She frowned, touched the side of her head, got up with her messy hair, and leaned back against the bed's headboard.

"The curse of the hangover!" she muttered, breathless. She can't remember if she went to the bedroom to sleep and tapped her head gently, noticing her right hand bandaged.

She was blinking her eyes, and gasped. Her mind was vague that she had bandaged her hand which was now in pain. Aria couldn't move her right. When she tried moving it was throbbing in pain. On her left hand a band aid was placed on her fingers.

She looked down at her polo sleeve, and dried blood stains were on her chest. Where did the blood come from? He seemed to lose her breath for a moment. And got down on the bed, the pain in her head seemed to have disappeared, her body and brain full of alarm of why she had blood on her shirt.

And she