C47 BSW

Arianna squirmed, blinking repeatedly. Slowly, the woman massaged her throbbing forehead as she tried to sit up from lying down. Instantly, a cold breeze swept in, piercing through to the bone.

"Good morning, honey," Samuel's voice faintly reached her. Turning, she found her husband sitting right beside her, offering a glass of a warm orange drink.

"Quick, have this