”Woken up?” The man closed his laptop and looked up at her.
”Mmm..." Arianne wanted to get up but even the slightest movement brought her a dull pain to her left shoulder. It was then that she recalled what happened.
Mark Tremont went forward to check her wound. "Don’t move.”
Arianne stayed obediently whilst the pressing urge from her lower abdomen made her incredibly awkward. She wanted to go to the washroom but there was only Mark Tremont here and her mobility was compromised... Any minor movement would cause agony to her injury.
As if noticing her unease, Mark Tremont asked, ”Do you want to go to the washroom?"
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