C88 Sleeping beside

Sheryl ’s POV

I woke up groggily in a different bed than when I passed out in. I felt a stinging in my head, but it wasn’t anything I couldn’t manage.

I groaned miserably for a moment as I reached for my head and felt a tight bandage wrapped around it. “Don’t move too much, Sheryl Bean,” I heard the familiar and comforting voice of my mother from beside me