It's okay to still be putting yourself together.
Adora's pov.
I slowly squinted my eyes open and shut them just as quickly due to the light that illuminated the room.
I moved my hands carefully to try and feel my surrounding, 'soft and fluffy' I murmured quietly to myself as I squeezed what appeared to be bedsheets and a pillow.
I still couldn't quite process what was going on with me, how was I here when the last place I remembered being in was with a restaurant with Tony, holy shit, "Tony!" I shouted frantically as I roughly lunged myself out of the bed, he must be worried sick right now poor guy, how long had it been, was he the one who'd brought me here? did he hear me?
So many questions raced through my mind as I struggled to race to the door, I felt weak, ashamed, angry and hungry all at the same time, that I didn't even bother to check out the room that I was being held in.