Rayna

A distorted groan escaped my lips as I struggled to sit up. My body ached like it had pins stuck in it. My mouth felt so dry that I had no spittle to spare. My body is ridiculously cold like I am in some sort of frozen store. I winced at the pain that struck my joints on making a forceful sit-up.

Wow! I am on a bed. The last time I checked the sweltering room had nothing comfortable to lean into. My eyes darted around the room, as I took in my surroundings I noticed it was nothing like the sweltering room.

Did I get saved? Did the...