The coldness of the room seemed to be the indicator of her restlessness. The curtains of the room had shielded the morning light that now tried to intrude like a unwanted thief. The body on the black covered bed started tossing with a slow moan. Her head rested on the plush pillow where a sigh was once again heard. Dry and chapped lips opened with drowsy eyes slowly fluttering awake. Those bloodshot eyes, once dull with red rims, seemed to glance disoriented across the slightly dark room, sticking her tongue out to lick her lips for some moisture.
Zonia started to move her hands against the sheets, groaning from the pain in her back, in her chest, in her stomach but especially the pain in her left shoulder. Her breath was shallow but composed and her legs... they felt like lead. Grinding her teeth together, she digs her elbows into the mattress until she sat up against the headboard.
Her head felt like a truck slammed straight into her forehead and left her to die. She was groggy, weak, hungry, everything you can think of, that's what Zonia was feeling right now. It took a while for her eyes to adjust but soon she could see the room she was in and looking toward the curtains, she looked at the device next to her. A bag of blood and saline solution.
Her eyes became slits.
The events from yesterday came like a sugar rush, pumping her blood to her lungs and heart.
A hand went directly to the needle providing the essential fluids and yanked them off her arm, a small trail of blood flowing down to her fingers. There was anger in those blue eyes. Trying to move around, Zonia sits on the edge of the bed and stands up, still supporting herself. Now she could feel the blood going to her legs. They were wobbly and fragile but that didn't matter. She need a bath and badly. Her head turned to the door of the bathroom. Walking over there was going to be a hassle and looking around, she knew Michael was sleeping somewhere near.
Nothing to be said on that. She knew this apartment in and out and an awake Michael was something she rather not deal with at this moment.
By the way, why was so chilly? She thought quickly but pushed it away to the back of her head.
She walked sluggishly to open the door but not locking it. Flicking the light on, she first went to relief herself. It had been a long sleep. She slept like the dead. Finishing, she then headed towards the bathtub, taking her clothes as slow and steady as possible. It was excruciating to say the least. Her body was just doing well today. Placing a hand over her tender wound, Zonia hitched and heaved turning the knob to fill the tub with hot water. Her body was dying for a steamy bath. She sat on the edge dipping her feet first followed by the rest of her body, the temperature of the water hitting her skin down to the bones.
Another sigh, one of relief. She threw her head back, sliding down until her nose stuck out and closed her eyes, enjoying her time alone.
+ ... It's cold... +
↜ At Michael's apartment ↝
⇜ Hurt, nauseous, disoriented and angry ⇝
↚ OOC: Yay! ZONIA! <3↛