[open; set after the event]
Dahlia was sure she had died. She had been in so much pain, and then... And then.
And then she'd woken up in her bed. But it couldn't have been a dream; it was too late in the day, the exact time it should be. Even if she'd survived, how could she be conscious right now? Something was very wrong.
Dahlia wandered out of her room and made her way down to the common room to look around. Maybe somebody else would have an explanation...
And then she'd woken up in her bed. But it couldn't have been a dream; it was too late in the day, the exact time it should be. Even if she'd survived, how could she be conscious right now? Something was very wrong.
Dahlia wandered out of her room and made her way down to the common room to look around. Maybe somebody else would have an explanation...