I woke up with a start and instantly felt like my mouth is as dry as a freaking desert. The sight of the familiar ceiling of my room greeted me. I raised my left hand to touch my throat and tried to swallow but wince instead. It was then that I noticed a dextrose attached to me. I fell back on the pillow and memories of what happened came back to me.
My lips pulled into a bitter smile and I found myself laughing. I guess I should be thankful for all the training we went through before.
I turned to look outside and found that it's nighttime. How long have I been out? I took a small sip, but damn that one sip is enough to kill anyone. That wicked witch really thought I was stupid enough to drink something around my enemy? She should have known better. She and her husband are both foolish
