15

~Akara

Marek and I promptly set up on the floor, with not much to sleep on other than the couch cushions.

But I'll take anything over climbing back into bed with Tai right now.

"How do you feel?" Marek asks, turning his head to face me. I stare up at the ceiling, trying not to think too much about Marek's proximity. We don't touch, but our sleeping area's are set up right next to each other's. Somehow, it makes me feel safer, even if I'm not sure what from.

"Sick, honestly," I murmur, clutching my stomach. It twists painfully, the anxiety of the entire situation having taken me in it's ruthless clutches. "I have to kill to survive."

"There will be another way, I'm certain of it,” Marek mutters, although I hear the uncertainty in his voice. Neither of us have dealt with something like this before, and neither have many other people. It leaves us with nowhere to turn to for answers, and I’m terrified of that.

I roll onto my side, propping my head up with my arm. "Who else would be able