I woke up to the feeling of being held.
"Lit," I heard a voice wailing, "Oh, Lit. Please wake up."
I was so tired and everything felt fuzzy I lapsed back into sleep.
I could feel cool sheets on my legs and someone distant talking.
"How many times was she shocked?"
"At least four..."
"And she isn't very big either..."
"I'm so sorry," I sensed I was being spoken directly to, "I should have known, believed you."
I felt a warm hand testing the heat of my forehead.
"I think you will be lucky this time," Came the strange voice, "She is slowly coming back to life."
I heard more but it was too far.
When I woke up for real it was nighttime. My one arm was in a sling, and one of my legs had been bandaged. I tried to reach my forehead and found I could not lift my hand.
"Hello..." I croaked out. I could feel the cracks on my tongue for lack of water.