I collapsed onto my bed face-first, body still aching despite Emi's healing. The duel with Reyna had taken more out of me than I wanted to admit. My muscles screamed with every movement, and I was pretty sure at least three organs were still figuring out where they belonged.
You look pathetic. Nel whispered inside my head.
"Fuck off," I muttered into my pillow.
Such eloquence. The Audience is truly getting their money's worth.
I rolled over with a groan. The room spun slightly before settling. Maybe I had a concussion. Probably should have mentioned that to Emi.
A soft knock at my door interrupted my pity party.
"Come in," I called, not bothering to sit up.
