The strong smell of incense and medication burns my nostrils as I slowly draw awake, memories of crushing pain filling my mind as the last thing I remember is being banged up from rock to rock after I fell into the creek due to the sudden wave of water that carried me around recklessly, and then pierced deeply below my ribcage by the pointed tip of a sharp-edged rock.
I’d thought that would surely be the end of me, but it seems fate is more than willing to ensure I stay alive until it’s my appropriate time of death.
I remember someone rescuing me, but passed out before I could figure out who did.
Slowly looking around I’m stumped by the fact that I’m lying on what appears to be a straw bed covered by bundles of blankets for cushion, and there’s a mud roof over my head. Basically, I’m i
