Zeldric
I wake up feeling a bit groggy. These damn meds are so strong that I can’t stop sleeping. The bedroom curtains are closed, but I don’t see any light filtering through either, so I assume it’s already nighttime. Jenkins is not in bed.
I carefully sit up and realize I don’t feel as much pain anymore. My stomach growls with hunger. I remember having some soup between naps, but now my body is demanding solid food—lots of it.
It takes me less time than expected to get on my feet. I don’t bother changing clothes. I walk out of the room, still limping, though much less than yesterday. I suppose the drugs are still working in my system since I can move relatively well. My ribs still ache a bit, so I keep my torso straight and keep going.
I hear voices coming from the dining room and sh
