Chapter 6-3

Gulping, I slowly stretched my body to a stand with several groans of painful protest. I tentatively stumbled to the door, the room spinning as I held on to the bed frame for support. Swallowing back a bought of growing nausea, I reached my targeted destination but hesitated, cautiously pressing my ear against the wooden door and listening out for any tell-tale indicators of who it could be. Continued silence greeted me in return, so with a shaky breath I gingerly clasped the handle and gently pulled it open. Creaking on its hinges, I winced in anticipation as I shifted my weight to be on guard to whomever was visiting, but surprisingly no one was there. After confirming that it was in fact vacant, I briefly considered if I had made the knock up, or alternatively had been door-bell ditched in a werewolf house. However, the sight of something in my lower peripheral eventually brought my gaze down to a tray of food lying unceremoniously in the middl