Lord had the worst hangover of his life the next day. Yara was not much better. She was also complaining about sleeping on the cold floor. Irene was also sick, but she was much more alive. She made some soup noodles with meat for the three so the painkillers wouldn't have to go in raw.
It was a bad combination. 10 days of not moving at all and who knows how many cans of beer and shots of alcohol right after. His whole body felt sore and dry, he could drink buckets of water and he would still not piss. He was sure that if he died then and there, his body would start mummifying instead of rotting.
Though, there was an odd surprise. He could feel his hands again. He couldn't move it yet, but he did feel optimistic.
Lorn wasn't the type to think that it was thanks to the alcohol and knew that it was probably thanks to Gwen's treatments, but…
