"God." I groaned. My head hurts.
I clutched my face, rubbed my eyes to try and blink out any grogginess left over.
It didn't work.
Not at all. Like waking from some afternoon nap, my throat blazed with thirst.
And even as I devoured the water on the stand next to me. It did nothing for that insatiable thirst.
"More…"
My voice, it's hoarse.
Memories flashed through my mind. Panic threatened to crawl through my stomach. But there was no place to release that pent up energy.
I stretched my back, rested it against the back cushion.
The battle… was it over? Did we win?
Was that battle even winnable? Or was it some standstill?
Questions consumed my mind. Only stopped by the ruffle of paper. Almost instinctively my body had taken the paper next to the water.
I carefully tore the seal on the letter and read it in its entirety. There wasn't much to the paper aside from some small platitudes and tons of thanks.
