Your tired so so very tired. Your body aches and you can barely push yourself to actually move. You remember fighting.. Fighting Ezekiel Sims the guy who’s trying to kill Cassandra to protect her life. But.. he held onto your wrist and released a poison into your veins slowly moving your shaky hand up your veins are black. God.. you try sit up letting out a soft wince. You recognise a person voice

”Hey hey. Your tired.. rest” She gently pushes you down. A soft smile on her face