His head was throbbing as if it was being continuously struck with a log. He quickly returned back to his apartment and threw himself on the bed as he lost consciousness.
After an unknown period of time later he opened his eyes, he was completely miserable. He was hungry and thirsty, he was very thirsty his insides were burning.
Worst of all the endless stream of information was not over. But the thirst was no joking matter, he had to drink water and quickly.
He tried to get off the bed but his balance was off and he fell down, slowly and carefully he crawled on the floor to the fridge, he kept a pitcher of water there.
Unfortunately he felt that he had to get back to sleep immediately otherwise something terrible would happen to his mind.
Aldrich luckily found another pitcher of water on the table in the common room, although it would be warm he wasn't exactly in the position to pick and choose.
