EbonyNightDragon

Carmine did not know where she was. Her sleep was heavy, she knew that, at least—that, and she had not gone to sleep willingly. She felt softness cover her body like powdered snow, and when she shifted in her groggy state, she heard the creak of a bed. There was no time to be confused; she could hardly move, and fear and worry was beginning to wiggle its way into her mindset. What exactly had happened? She dully remembered being in the Darkwell City Café with Liam and Zach, and Sully had given out the punch. But that was it. Whenever she tried to think after taking a deep drink from that decadent punch, it was just… blackness

“You have to try harder, Carmine.” Liam’s voice made her face turn red, and she found herself glowering at him as she sat down across from him. He watched her from across his living room, his green eyes shining with intent as he watched the hand that she had raised in the air. “I am trying,” she avoided his stare, instead planting her eyes on the crimson red walls. The blond heaved a large sigh as he rested his elbows on his knees, slumping forward with a frown on his features. “You have Nidalee’s powers, and you can’t even make a spear,” Liam said, exasperated as his light brows furro

Her heartbeat was roaring in her ears when she woke up. The cotton sheets of her pillow rubbed up against her sore head as she shifted underneath her blanket. Her stomach twisted and turned within the confines of her abdomen. Nausea was something that was familiar to Carmine; the packets of frozen food that she ate during the nights would often not sit in her stomach right while she slept, and she would usually be at the verge of throwing it up in the early hours of the morning. Even the light filtering through the cheap plastic blinds hanging in her bedroom made her want to puke. A groan crept through her partially open lips as she rolled