"Megan!"

"Megan!"

My hands are on my shoulder. "Fuck, Megan. Wake up!"

I blink to try and open my eyes but they're smeared with darkness, I raise a hand to my face and rub my eyes slowly, lazily. Then I look at my fingers, blood. I look at the ground, more blood.

Blood everywhere.

"Megan," Nella says desperately. She takes my face between her hands, tears covering her eyes. "Fuck. I was so worried about you. You started fitting, I-I," her voice gets caught in her throat. "I thought you weren't going to come back around."

I lick my dry lips, attempting to push myself up from the cold floor....