Serena woke up slowly, her eyelids felt heavy- as if they were weighed down by something heavy. For a moment she frowned. Did she sleep for too long? That could be the reason for the heaviness.
But then, the harsh fluorescent light above her head made her wince, and the sterile scent of antiseptic filled her nose. Her head ached—no, pounded—with such force that she felt as if it would split open at any moment. She groaned softly, turning her head just enough to take in her surroundings. A hospital room. Again.
A soft rustling sound caught her attention, and her gaze drifted toward the couch against the far wall. There, slumped over in an uncomfortable-looking position, was a familiar figure. He was sleeping, his arms folded against his chest, and his head bent backward at an extremely odd angle.
