I woke up groaning, pain shooting through both my wrists, now wrapped in bandages. “Ow…” I hissed, wincing as I glanced at Jason, sprawled out beside me, snoring, his body pinning one of my hands.
“Jason… ouch, get off!” I snapped, shaking him with my free arm.
“What, what…” he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep, eyes barely open.
“You’re hurting the hell out of me!” I cried, my voice sharp with pain.
“f**k…” He jolted upright, yanking himself off my hand, his face shifting from groggy to panicked in a second. “s**t, Rowena, I’m sorry, you okay?”
I cradled my wrist, glaring at him. “Do I look okay?”
He rubbed his face, guilt flashing in his eyes. “I didn’t mean to—damn it. Let me check the bandages.”
“Don’t touch me,” I said, pulling back, my wrists throbbing. “You’ve done enough.”
