“MORNING, SUNSHINE.”
The sound of my little sister’s voice drills into my head. It pounds like I actually have a brain, to begin with. Wait, that sounds wrong. But you know what I mean. I wince when the pounding turns into this throbbing pain. I sit up, holding my head like it’s made of glass.
The throbbing pain gradually dulls into this thuds. I try to swallow, but my mouth is dry and I’m having regrets like no other. I know this feeling. Humans would say it is a hangover.
To us, this is a blood coma. I force my head to remember what happened, but I must still be in a state where I’m not capable of thinking at all. I feel Lenora getting into the bed. It shifts under her weight.
She offers me something. A mug. I mindlessly get it, sipping whatever it is she’s giving me. And then one
