Adrian's POV
I writhed my head from side to side, searching for where I was, springing up from the bed with a jolt when I recognized the pack's clinic.
The sharp smell of disinfectants clung tightly to my nose, the white paint of the walls blurring into my vision as I struggled to keep myself awake.
I heard shouts though I could not place where they came from. There was no one in the room to stop me and so I yanked off the herbs the healer had placed on my forehead. Most of the crushed leaves scattered to the floor, falling away after my abrupt movement.
A wave of dread flooded over me. Apart from the injury I had gotten from hitting my head on the kitchen counter, there was nothing else to be afraid of. No new wounds I couldn't recall the origins of.
