"Mmm." I stretched my arms above my head and twisted my body. That was the best sleep I'd had in months.
My eyes snapped open, and I bolted upright. No pain. I gingerly pushed against my ribs. Nothing. I took a deep breath. Then another. No sensation of swallowing razor blades. Despite the terrible agony I'd experienced, Isach's magical cure had worked.
I glanced around - I was in Trent's room, which was completely dark. Not even a hint of sunlight filtered in around the drapes that were haphazardly pulled across the window. What time was it? Carefully, I leaned over Trent's sleeping form to peek at the clock on his nightstand.
"It's almost midnight," Trent mumbled.
"I didn't mean to wake you," I whispered. "Wait. Wasn't it midnight when Isach showed up to heal me?"
"Yes. That was Friday. It's now Saturday." Trent shifted so he was on his back. "You've been sleeping for almost twenty-four hours."