Storm POV
Tempest woke me with a powerful elbow to my ribs, god that hurt. I tried to wrap my arms around her, but she bit and dug her nails in so hard that it brought tears to my eyes. This nightmare was expected, but how hard she was fighting told me it was really bad; she was no longer that weak girl, having gained strength and put on a little weight. All this was good news, but not right now, as I fight to keep her from hurting herself. A few scratches and bruises meant little to me compared to having Tempest hurt. I wrapped my legs over her thighs to keep her in place, fearing she would try to leave the bed. In her state, she might forget she can't walk, her need to flee outweighing everything else. I have not struggled to contain a person so much as I am tonight; maybe it was becaus
