Page 71 of Petite Fleur

Chapter 27

Maeve Henderson

I feel sick.

Why do I feel sick?

My head is throbbing, my mouth feels dry, my joints are sore, and my arm is throbbing.

Why is my arm throbbing?

I pull my sleeve up and see gauze wrapped around my upper arm and bruising underneath the bandage.

Did I fall?

I don’t even remember drinking!

But my eyes feel heavy and dry and they burn when I try to open them and focus on everything.

When I rub my eyes enough that I can focus, I realize I’m not in my room.

I don’t actually know where I am…

What is this place, and why are my things here?

I quickly sit up and have to force myself to ignore how dizzy and nauseous the sudden movement makes me, but I’m more confused than anything.

How can I remember everything from the other night but nothing about last night?

Whatever happened last night, this is a lovely room.

It’s cold, just how I like it, and simply decorated.

Wait, why do I care about how the room looks?

And how is it already morning?

Last I remember, it was dinner time, and I had just finished eating my birthday dinner on my bedroom floor, yet now it’ssomehow morning, and I’m in a massive bed that’s softer than anywhere I’ve ever laid.

If I weren’t so nauseous and confused, I’d be pretty happy about where I am right now.

There are far too many pillows and a few too many blankets, perfect for cocooning yourself into and binging movies.

Wait, some of these blankets are mine…

Did I plan to come here?

Did I pack a bag?

I need answers, and I’m not liking the vibe I’m getting from this entire situation.

I jump up and have to immediately grab onto the nightstand for balance.

My head is spinning worse than it was the other night.

I see pulses of black and light flashing across my vision, and I can’t focus on anything. It makes me have to stop and pause so I don’t pass out.

When I’ve collected myself, I realize my glasses, the book I’m currently reading, and a bottle of water are sitting on the nightstand.