Sigh!
Finally!
This was more like an apartment than a hotel room. There were four rooms, three bathrooms, a dining and a master bedroom.
'Do kings live in places like this, or what?'
The rooms and all that wasn't quite what mesmerized me though: it was how the room was decorated. The furniture was really expensive-looking; the paintings, the crystal chandelier, the gold embroidered carpet, and curtains.
'How the hell are we even going to afford the-' My head hurt just by thinking about it.
But wait, I was forgetting something.
Marg was currently on the bed, sleeping.
I sat near her. She was breathing- her body was warm; her heart was beating.
"Marg."
But she wasn't quite waking up.
The lieutenant and the old man were by the door.
"Give her some time," The geezer said. "She'll probably be fine after a goodnight's rest."
Sigh+Argh= Sirgh!