S1 E22: Market’s Fog Pt. 2

Silver Heart (Present Day)

My body ached with every fast and ragged breath I took. My lungs burned away desperate, trapped screams of agony. My body burned hot enough that my tears evaporated before they could fall and sweat didn’t have a chance to survive. From this almost unbearable onslaught, my mouth turned to cotton as my throat stuck together due to my near dehydration from the deplorable conditions I survived on the streets before this silky haven beneath me.

I tried to stay still under the silk blankets, slightly worried about the potential stains I might leave if I ever got some water, and prayed for more sleep—prayed that the pain wouldn’t stop my exhaustion, not caring if it was safe to do so. With a deep enough sleep, the pain would cease to exist, if only temporarily and if I could even sleep that deeply with this amount of pain. Wherever I was and whatever was going on could be dealt with when the excruciating, mind-numbing pain stopped.