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Ana hadn’t entirely expected her day to go this way. A few bumps and bruises? Of course, she expected those. But getting hit the head with what she could compare to a chip off a bloody boulder? Hell. No. 
The young woman woke up with a light groan, a shooting pain resounding in her head as if her skull was being split in two. 
The second thing she feels is warmth, and not just from the blood on her head, but from someone holding her. 

Anastasiya forced herself to open her eyes, the headache multiplying as she does so. Long hair…she noticed that much. What else…fuck she could hardly think. She knew who this was, he was with her in the painting bullshit. 
[color=00746b]“What happened?”[/color] She all but slurs, closing her eyes again for some relief