Jerked awake unpleasantly and far too soon to a voice she missed but really didn't want to hear, Mabelle's head cracked hard against the underside of the bed frame. "Ow," she whimpered in shock, hand over her forehead and eyes closed tightly to will herself back to sleep despite the knowledge he wasn't going to let this go or let her be.
"No," she protested harshly, scooting closer against the wall with her back turned toward Michel. "No." Disoriented, she didn't really feel like facing him quite yet when she hadn't prepared to do so at all.