Chapter 16 Frustrated

• "You couldn't take her somewhere else? That is my bloody room, Sinclair!"
• I awake to the high pitched voice of a woman. I struggle to pry my eyes open, each blink a laborious effort against the weight of my lids.
• I must have drifted off again because the next thing that registers is the door being wrenched open, crashing against the wall. A muffled groan escapes me as I attempt to lift my head from the pillows, those damned cushions that feel softer than a whisper.