Page 123 of Lessons In Grey

Everything hurt.

It hurt to move, it hurt to breathe, and there was a faint scratching on my arm that didn’t make sense to my muddled and foggy mind.

I blinked, unable to see out of my left eye, the world blurry. Fuck.

I lifted my head, pain shooting down my spine, trying to find the source of the strange scratching.

I blinked over and over again, the loft dark.

Was I on my couch?

How did I get here?

A black blob stood over me, tail twitching back and forth. I blinked a few more times, my head pounding.

Sirius. She was licking me.

I grunted, scanning what I could of my body. I was in Grey’s boxers and a tank top. When had I changed? When had I gotten home?

I tried to lift a hand, only for pain to erupt throughout my shoulder.

I cried out, curling in on myself, which only made things worse. I looked down, grinding my teeth together, tears sliding down my cheeks.

My wrists were purple, my knuckles red. There were bruises littered up and down both arms and legs. I could feel the bruises on my stomach, my back, my shoulders. My neck hurt, my jaw was screaming, my cheeks hurt, everything was throbbing. I couldn’t remember anything.

I had a concussion.

What the fuck?

What thefuckhappened?

My heart thudded painfully in my chest, panic causing my lungs to freeze as I tried to look for my phone, but I couldn’t find it anywhere. Not within reach, anyway.

I groaned, I had to sit up. I had to find it. I had to tell Jerry not to let any deliveries come by. No deliveries. Not until I was better.

I cried out as I shoved myself up, tears pouring down my face, curses falling from my lips.

Sirius jumped down and turned to look at me as I wrapped my arms around my stomach and closed my eyes. I had to find my phone.

I forced my eyes open and looked around, finally finding my phone on the other side of the coffee table, along with the clothes from yesterday. They were so dirty. Why were they so dirty?

“Hello?”

“Don’t let anyone up,” I croaked out, my voice thick, hoarse, not my own.

“What?”

“Nobody.” I lifted my left hand, taking in the severely dark bruises covering my skin. What happened to me?

“Ms. Glass?”

I blinked heavily. Was I on the phone? I pulled it away from my ear, swaying slightly. Who was I talking to?

I hit end and dropped it to the ground, my head spinning, the world floating around me. What was happening? Had I taken drugs again?

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My head was throbbing as my eyes fluttered open, Sirius’s rowls of desperation filling the room.