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A vein beneath my lids pulsates. And I stir awake. I feel really groggy. My throat is patched and dry, like I haven't had water in years. I want to ask for water but I can't seem to remember where I am, and my lids feel heavy. Even so, I pry them open, the itch in my throat was demanding water.
I find that my hands are tied. And that's when all my activities in the past twenty four hours hits me. I was hit in the head with a blunt object, I remember going down at once. I wince at the memory, even though it was just in my memories, my head was throbbing in pain, and I could feel it even now. Without my abilities, I didn't even realize someone snuck up behind me.
