CHAPTER 11- AMBER

I regained my consciousness with my head spinning. I just want to lose my consciousness again. Drinking is not really for me. From what I remember, I just drank one shot, not even half a glass.

I groaned and weakly touched my forehead, trying to massage it. My eyes are heavy but I am already awake. Minutes passed of enduring it, I heard the opening of the door. I wanted to cover my ears when I felt my head being slugged. It hurts.

"Rose, I prepared a noodle. I know you're awake," Honey's voice rang on my ear while I force to open my eyes. She smiled and sat beside me.

"I don't know how to cook. This is a...cup noddle," she bit her lower lip. "Sorry."

I nodded and smiled a little. At least she tried. She knows that I need it. She helped me sit and lean in the headrest. She also guided me while I was eating because of my weak state.

The door plopped open and Bobby arrived, panting. He looks agitated. He was directly looking at Honey. My brows furrowed. Honey can't look at me directly