It’s dark outside. I’m thirsty. Someone is snoring.

I peek one eye open. It hurts. Someone put a bottle of water by my bed. I force myself up enough to gulp it down.

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It’s good. Not cold, but good.

Sitting up to drink it hurts though.

I slump back down and pull the covers tighter.