{CHIARA}
"Goddamn," I groan.
A subtle knock sounds at my door, and I peel my eyes open to find my room flooded with daylight. Pain throbs behind my eyes, and I instantly scrunch my face.
It's way too early to be awake.
"Chiara, honey?" I hear Krista at the door as she peeks inside. "I was just coming to check on you. How are you feeling?"
"Like I've barely even closed my eyes," I murmur into my pillow. "What's the time?"
Krista laughs to herself. "Almost midday," she says. "You've slept almost twelve hours."
My brows furrow as I sit up straight in bed, my wide eyes locking onto Krista's. "No, that couldn't be right," I mutter, rubbing my tired eyes and instantly regretting it as I pull at my stitches. "Ow. Shit."
I gently press against the stitches, making sure I haven't popped any as Krista carries in a tray of bacon, eggs, and orange juice. My mouth is so dry that the glass of OJ is practically calling to me. I don't think I've ever been so thirsty in my life.
