A Depressing Purchase

A Sharp, relentless pounding hammered in Cian's skull as his senses dragged him back to consciousness. The first thing he noticed was the dryness of his throat. It felt like he hadn't tasted water in years. His tongue pressed against the roof of his mouth, searching for the faintest trace of moisture, but there was none.

The dim light filtering through his barely opened eyes revealed a blurry bathroom floor, the dripping of a faulty pipe filling the oppressive silence. 

"Water" he managed to say, as he struggled to his feet before stumbling into the kitchen. 

He scattered through the shelf before grabbing a cup and putting under the running tap.

He drank greedily, with the water dripping down his chin. As he drained the cup, the haze began to lift.

His thirst was momentarily sated, but he wasn't fully satisfied, so he filled his cup a second time, consuming it just as quickly.