Fatigue

Nesryn woke up bright and early the next day, her body heavy and feeling lethargic as she detangled herself from Azriel. She slowly made her way to the bathroom, using the walls as a support, she quickly relieved herself before washing her hand and face. Her hands tightly clutched against the sink, her vision spinning making her knees buckle under the weight. It took her a couple of seconds to regain her balance before standing up straight, slowly.

She opened the bathroom door and came face-to-face with her lover. She watched as his eyes searched her from head to toe. His eyebrows furrowed, "You're pale, come on let's get you to bed. Maxon said you need your rest; your session will continue this Monday." Nesryn managed to nod her head before slumping over to Azriel's body, her eyes closing shut.