Chapter 75 Gwen

• My head was banging, that was the first thing I noticed as I came to, long before noticing the hushed voices whispering in the background. I winced as I tried to open my eyes, my right hand flying to my forehead.
• Why does my head feel like I was smashed with a waterside rock? It acched terribly. I shifted on the bed until I was facing the people standing in the middle of the room, their stance portraying they were presently disagreeing over something.
• First of all, I was lying on my bed, in the same clothing I wore to the arena this morning, and the only light in the room was coming from the window. It wasn't night yet. I raked my head to recall how I landed here from the arena and why my head ached so badly. Nothing was adding up.