WRITER'S POV

Vera slowly opened her eyes and found herself submerged in a warm bathtub. A soft moan escaped her lips as she tried to sit up, sharp spirals of pain throbbing through her entire body. It felt as though a train had run over her the night before, it had to be a miracle she was still breathing. 

She sank back into the water, letting the warmth soothe her aches as she closed her eyes again.

The sound of approaching footsteps made her stir. She blinked them open and gave a weak smile when Jackson entered the bathroom, holding a tray with hot tea, fried eggs, and bread.

"I'm...