The Morning After

Hazel's Pov:

When I opened my eyes the next morning, I was surprised to see myself on my bed. How did I end up here? I remembered clearly, falling asleep beside Silas on the couch while tending to his wounds. I didn't want to appear nosy if I had asked how he was inflicted by those cuts that looked like sharp finger scraps—- like pointy claw marks. How did those marks get on him? I dared not ask