Aisling opened her eyes with difficulty. She winced as she felt the light sting her already sore orbs. She wanted to call out, but her mouth and throat felt dry. She felt like someone had stuffed cotton in it. She swallowed with difficulty while thinking about pickles to alleviate the oral dryness.
The first thing she thought about was that man.
She could not remember him clearly, but she could recall the vivid lava-like eyes. With that memory, her heart beat a little faster as she looked around her, hoping to see him.
"Good morning, Ms Flynn. How are you feeling?" A woman in a white jumpsuit appeared in her line of sight, and her green eyes stared at her from above.
The disappointment at not finding that man weighed down on her, but she shook it off quickly. The two of them were destined to meet. She was still alive, and the man was in Farallon. There was no real rush.
"Thirsty." Aisling finally croaked out.
