Angel || h.s.

Chapter 15

***Anastasia's POV***

I'm not wearing pants.

That was the first thing to cross my mind. I hadn't opened my eyes yet, but I was conscious.

Pain.

That was the second thing I realized.

That I was in pain.

And it hurt.

Because, you know. It's pain.

But considering that I had been shot, the pain was understandable. As for the fact that I wasn't wearing pants? That's another story.

I know that before I lost consciousness I wasn't wearing any pants either, but this was different. Back then I had been wearing a dress so it wasn't that weird, but right now I'm not wearing a dress, or a skirt for that matter, so it is weird.

I realized that I was lying on my stomach down under some blankets and putting my hands in front of me, lifted up my upper body. I cracked my neck and slowly flexed my shoulders. My jaw tightened as I accidentally caused my shoulders more pain and opened my eyes.

Only to find that I couldn't see anything. After a few moments my eyes adjusted to the darkness and I found myself staring at . . . a bedpost.

I let myself collapse back onto the bed and rolled onto my back.

Ow.

"Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow." I repeated quietly to myself out load as I slowly started to sit up.

From the silence I had already figured out that I wasn't in or near the club anymore and as I took in my surroundings.

I was sitting up on a bed and I was clearly in a bedroom of some sort, but nothing gave away where I was or how I got here.

I pulled off the blankets and swung my legs over the side of the bed. I wasn't wearing any pants. What I was wearing could be classified as a short dress for me but it clearly wasn't.

I brushed my messed up curly hair behind me ear and attempted to push myself up onto my feet.

Almost immediately my head grew heavy and started to hurt. My vision blurred and raising a hand to my forehead I had no choice but to fall back onto the bed. I shut my eyes as my brain pulsed with pain. I suddenly became very nauseous and bending over, I put my head into my hands. My hands were freakishly cold while my head was really hot.

I groaned.

It took me four more tries before I was able to keep myself on my feet.

My head hurt, my wings hurt, my everything hurt.

I technically had a hole in my back, my head felt like someone had dropped a cinder block on it and along with feeling utterly weak I also felt like I had to throw up.

Ugh.

Not a fun feeling.

I moved slowly towards the door in the pitch black darkness, with one hand on my forehead.

Finally after what seemed forever I made it to the door.

Well . . . Almost.

It was two feet away.

Suddenly the door opened, filling the room with what to me was an almost blinding light.

Caught by surprise, I stumbled backward and tripped over my own feet. I started to fall backwards when the silhouette in the doorway stepped forward and caught me just before I hit the ground.