Cloe POV
My body ached all over, as if I had just had a bad beating from Dad, and needed something to take relief from the pain, but couldn't reach it. My mind was doing double time, trying to remember why I hurt so much, and then I got the smell of food, which smelled like Chinese takeaway. Opening my eyes and blinking a few times, I can see a worried Storm digging into food. Guess he has not eaten for a while. He always had a large appetite, burning up the calories fast being so large, and he was active, so getting him to sit still for long was a miracle. He would find himself stuck in this place with me, which was frustrating. At any moment, I expect him to get up, pace, do push-ups, or something. He hadn't noticed that I was awake yet, too invested in his meal, and checking his phone.
