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The world was foggy when Melissa's eyes peeled open. She was groggy as well and her mouth felt bone dry. She did not speak – she could not- so she tried to blindly reach around to dry and find something to help her dry throat. She did not have to reach for long because the bed beside her moved slightly and a cold surfaced object was placed in her hand. She gulped down the room temperature liquid and took a moment to set her head right. Her brain felt like a viper had a death grip on it and was using its fangs to scrape into the flesh behind her forehead. When she got up her vision came back in stitches. 

"Hey… hey, take it easy, schatje," Nikola's smooth voice poured over the fuzzy-headed Norwegian. She tried to push herself up, but her muscles felt weak and almost prosthetic as she tried again and failed to sit herself up. She was immediately felt warm hands on her back that help her sit up. Nikola fluffed up the pillow behind her so she could easier right up.