My mouth is dry when I come to.
And my head feels as if it is stuffed with cotton.
I let out agora when I try to move and somebody is holding me up, murmuring, “Here. Drink this.”
It’s water.
Cold, fresh water, and as it flows down my throat, the cotton in my head begins to disappear.
My eyes are bleary when I open them, “W-What happened?”
“You nearly poisoned yourself,” Comes the angry response and I see vaguely familiar face looking down at me. It takes me a moment to recall everything, and I slump back into what is clearly a bed.
"It would have been kinder for you to have let me die,” My voice is heavy.
“Let you die?” There is a strange undertone in Adam’s voice. “Why would I let you die?”
I don’t answer his question, looking around instead. I’m in a small wooden cabin. When
