His eyes fluttered, slightly narrowing at the sudden light. The room's windows were open allowing the sunlight in. The heat had settled on his skin making him sweat, the pain that followed acting to add on it. Fortunately, it was bearable, unlike the first few times he had came to.
He tried sitting up on the bed but every muscle in his body was against the idea, so he gave up. Staring blankly at the ceiling, he heard the door open but was too tired to even look that way. He felt the steps click on the floor until a figure towered over him. From the corner of his eyes, he could tell it was Newton.
"How are you feeling?" He asked, walking to the nightstand and pouring a glass of water for him.
He tried to say something but his throat was burning and the mere thought of having water at arm's reach turned him mute. And as if Newton had read his mind, he helped him sit up before handing the glass to him. He was quick to drain the contents in one go.
