บท 166: ~°~Chapter One-hundred & Sixty-six~°~

I wake up alone, which is the first thing I register because it's the strangest, Virgil is usually beside me.

Then the rest of my situation slowly filters into my sleep muddled brain, I'm uncomfortable, like there are lumps in my pillow and pins on the bed.

The blanket isn't over me either and it's not on the bed too because I had kicked it off, my hair plastered wetly to my face and my damp clothes sticking to my body.

I'm heated…

The uncomfortable warmth is making me feel delirious and my limbs refuse to cooperate to get me out of the bed, to maybe try and cool down or get my mom.

The drapes are drawn when I turn my head weakly to get my bearings of the time, thank goodness it's a Saturday because there's no way I can make it to school.