Working With Magic

I turned and vomited in the sink beside my bed. The taste stuck to my mouth and the smell hung in my nose causing me to dry reach again, but nothing came out.

It probably didn’t help that I hadn’t eaten all day. Gareth and I had been locked up in my room for several hours, and as I glanced outside, the sun was already beginning to set on the day.

Guilt riddled me. I had not thought about anyone but myself all day. Blake sat chained to a wall for hours on end, and Deakin… I had no idea where he was, but the pain in realising I had forgotten about him, had me dry reaching again.

“It’s alright,” Gareth whispered soothingly. He pressed a cool cloth against my forehead and gently steered me back to my bed. A glass of water was in my hand before I could even ask for one.

“I know this can’t be easy for you.”

I bit back my retort. What did he know about easy? My life had been dramatically turned upside