Dark Times || Annaella
{ @witchyella }
Gabriel had finally been convinced to go home and get some rest, tend to the goldfish, get a bite to eat, all that jazz. It was getting late, and the nurses had demanded Annael have the lights off in her hospital room. It was the last thing she’d wanted to do, because the lights off gave her a disadvantage. Especially now, as she was practically detoxing from the black. Her mind raced, addiction thick and needy on her mind. Almost like a physical presence within her. She searched for her phone that Gabriel had brought her, hands sliding slowly and quietly, as if she was going to get caught, over the bed sheets to try and find it.
The phone was new. The one she’d had before destroyed by magic. She stared at it for a few moments, the bright screen making her wince. She searched for Ella’s number, and pressed to call, leaving a voice message, “Ella... Ella, I’m at the hospital. Room 223. Tell them you’re my sister and come.... please... Love you, Els.” her voice was cracking as she spoke, pain radiating through her.