Chapter 8

"Pamelia," a distant voice whispered. I vaguely felt something wet press against my cheek and flinched. "Hey, are you okay?" the same voice asked as I tried to open my eyes. Blinking, my eyes adjusted to the bright light and I groaned. The first thing I noticed was a clean, white ceiling and frowned. I wasn't laying in my room. My ceiling was dirty, brown and had spiderwebs all over them. "How are you feeling?" Harry was sitting on the foot of the bed. Then I noticed I was in his room, on his bed. I tried to open my mouth to ask what happened but my jaw wouldn't move. My eyes grew wide and I sat up straight, wincing as I did. Panicked I pointed at my jaw and then my lips. Harry seemed to understand directly and grabbed my shaking hands. "It's okay. Calm down. The Luna seems to have dislocated your jaw. I'll have to push it back in its place," he explained. I nodded and raised my head. Harry breathed in deeply