Leslie started awake, a bit disoriented, her vision was blurry. She blinked repeatedly as she tried to get her bearings.
The first thing she saw was a white ceiling. For some reason, it seemed familiar to her.
A face pushed itself into her sight, “Hello dear.”
Narrowing her eyes, her vision became clearer. It was Jerry.
“Jer…?” She couldn't complete her sentence. She placed her hand on her throat and held it tightly.
It felt so dry. It was also painful to speak.
“Don't bother trying to talk. I'll get you water, you just wait.”
Jerry's face disappeared from her view and Leslie sat up. She placed her hand on her head as she furrowed her brows, trying to remember what happened.
Taking a look around, she noted she was in the healer’s bay on a bed.
Had she fainted? The last thi
