A cold breeze and a stinging pain in her head made her lashes flutter open softly. Those pumped lips pressed into a thin line as her hand moved up slowly to rub her painful temple.
“M …my head hurts.”
The girl who was lying on a soft bed spoke up in a dry voice.
Those rust-colored eyes slowly opened and the first thing they saw was too blurry to recognize anything. She then ground her teeth since it took too long for her eyes to focus.
After she started seeing clearer, she saw a ceiling wooden fan swinging around slowly, causing a nice cool wind against her. Then she looked around the place concentratedly only to make herself confused even more.
“Where am I?” She spoke out.