The sound of water hitting the ground in rhythmic drops was the first sound that I woke up to. My eyelids fluttered open and the only thing my eyes could make out was nothing but darkness. The dense odor of damp earth and iron filled my nostrils as I regained consciousness. I raised myself up from the ground trying to sit up but my body protested sending sharp aches of pain, especially in my arm. I still managed to pull myself in a sitting position.
Breathing heavily, I turned to inspect my arm only to see to see that a new bandage now that replaced the bloodied one that had been soaked earlier. Someone had come in to take care of me when I was passed out.
Apparently, Reagan still cared enough not to let me pass out in my old blood! I thought to myself as sighed heavily as I leaned against the dungeon. My stomach soon grumbled, the sound echoing in the dungeon. Perfect, just perfect! The increasing list of problems now included food hunger.
