What Happened at the Blood Stone Pack?

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Lucy stared up at the white ceiling as she took inventory of her body. Her head ached, all her joints throbbed, and her stomach rolled like a ship lost in a storm. Then she noticed that her single quilt felt heavier than normal and her twin bed had somehow shrunk in the night. She tried pushing the quilt off her, but it wrapped itself more securely around her in response. To get more comfortable Lucy tried to roll over with no luck, so she tried again and again until...

"What going on?" a groggy male voice mumbled in her ear.

"I'm just trying to roll over." she whispers back.

"Oh, ok," and like magic, the weighty blanket vanished and she could easily roll over away from the voice. After getting comfortable the heavy blanket was back and a very solid very male chest pressed itself against her back. Coming fully awake she realized that the heavy blanket was an arm and the pillow under her head was a bicep. 

"What are you doing in my bed?" Lucy hissed at the boy behind her.

"You're in my bed," he said snuggling closer till his nose was in her hair. "Your hair smells like apples."

"It must be my shampoo," Lucy answers confused by the subject change.

"I like it." just then a random hand landed on Lucy's face felt around and moved on. "What are you OWWWW!" 

"If you wake up Kristoff we will all be in trouble!" a girl hissed in front of Lucy. 

"There's no reason to worry about waking me up," Kristoff said from across the room. "I've been up for a couple of hours."

"Oh, what time is it?" Anna asked sitting up in the bed.

"Nine thirty."

"Well, since we're all up," Anna said jumping out of bed. "I'm going to grab clothes for Lucy and me." She said running out the door.

"Why don't we try sitting up," Petru said.

"OK," Lucy said as Petrus arms came around her and pulled her into his chest as he sat up.

"Um...where are my clothes at?" Lucy asked adjusting the fluffy bathrobe she was wearing.

"The trash," Kristoff stated.

"They were kind of disgusting by the time we put you in the bathtub last night," Petru elaborated. "And we had to cut the jeans off you."

"The bathtub?" Lucy asked.

"Yeah, don't you remember?" Petru asked. Lucy did remember lying in a tub of ice afraid that she would burn up.

"I remember ice, lots and lots of ice," Lucy stated.

"It's probably better if you don't remember the rest," Kristoff said from where he sat on his bed reading a book. Lucy couldn't help but admire the way he looked sitting there. The gray t-shirt accentuated his well-developed chest and brought attention to his massive biceps as well. The black jeans that he wore were loose on his frame and looked comfortable. His hair was not so stiffly in place like yesterday and fell forward slightly getting in his eyes. Just then the door slammed open interrupting Lucy's examination of Kristoff.

"Lucy do you like red or pink?" Anna said walking in with three large bags on her arms. In her pink tank top and blue sleeping shorts with strawberries on them, she looked like a small child.

"I like black," Lucy stated. 

"I guessed that, but I don't own anything black," Anna said.

"She would look good in blue," Petru suggested.