Page 93 of Dead Wolf Walking (Bad Moon Academy 1)
Getting up and dropping my tray off, I head toward my room to spend the rest of my break lying in bed. I climb the stairs, clutching the railing when I reach the third floor and suck in a few breaths before turning down my hall.
Morg is storming toward me.
There goes my rest.
“You look like shit, Raven.”
“Thanks,” I say, placing my hand on my hip and trying not to pant. I’m definitely in better shape than this, and with my new supe powers, I shouldn’t be feeling like this.
Whatever happened last night with that spirit messed me up.
I knew there was a good reason Mom warned me off of necromancy. A classicdo as I say, not as I dosort of moment. My head spins, and I press my hand into the wall, gasping when the room spins like a supersonic merry-go-round.
“Raven?” Morg says, concern coloring her words. “Crap, okay, let’s get you to your room.”
She wraps her arm around me and starts dragging me along. I half-heartedly try to shove her away but stop when I realize I’m in no state to walk by myself.
My stomach cramps, and I slap my hand to my mouth.
“Oh fucking hell. Raven, I know our friendship is new so don’t take this personally, but if you throw up on me, I’ll disown you.” Morg wrenches my door open, and I dash out of her hold, staggering my way to the bathroom.
I collapse in front of the porcelain throne and spew my lunch into the toilet.
“Ugh, disgusting,” Morg mutters. “Do you need me to hold your hair? I’m really not good with these types of situations… I mean, if you need me to shoot someone, I’m your girl. Puke duty is not my jam.”
“Then get out of my way,” a gruff voice says. I hardly recognize Carter’s tone, but my body responds to his presence.
A second later, he runs a hand down my back before gathering my hair and holding it out of the way as another round of nausea rolls over me and makes me sick.
“You should go,” I say once I’m done, releasing a heavy groan when my stomach cramps and I dry heave. This is embarrassing, I don’t want him to see this. “Seriously, I’m—” My words cut off, and I whimper through another bout.
“It’s okay,” he says, rubbing circles on my back. “It’s all right.”
“I’ll be back to check on you, Raven. I’ll get someone to take notes for your next class.” Morg’s sneakers squeak as she turns away.
“Don’t threaten anyone, ask nicely.”
She scoffs. “I was going to say please.”
“Good.” Carter stops rubbing my back and places his hand on my forehead. “You’re burning up.”
“What happened?” Draco’s voice makes me shudder.
I especially don’t want him to witness this mess.
“I don’t know.”
A few minutes pass where they wait quietly for me to finish. When I feel strong enough to stand, I maneuver around Carter and clean myself up. I don’t think I can handle brushing my teeth, so I swish tap water around my mouth a few times. Frowning at myself in the mirror, I take in the horror that is sick Raven. Pale skin, sweaty forehead, messy hair, and my shirt’s dirty.
“You look great,” Draco offers with a surprisingly kind smile.
Narrowing my eyes on him, I spin on my heel and squeeze past him. Wisps of his masculine scent tickle my nose, and I take a small inhalation, savoring the scent as I rip my shirt off and throw on another. I don’t give a damn if they watch.
I’m far past caring about any of that right now.
“I’m so cold,” I say to no one in particular and wander to the bed, sliding beneath the blanket. “So cold.”
Carter kneels in front of me, and Draco sits on the edge of the bed, placing his hand over my ankles. The contact, even through the blankets, makes me feel a little better.
