SABRINA
I'm awoken by warm water hitting my skin. Not freezing cold and I'm no longer burning up either. My back still feels like I've been carved up for a Halloween special though. God, I hope Chek falls in a gutter and gets eaten by an alligator somewhere. Bastard.
"Psst!"
I'm sprayed again-the wet droplets feeling refreshing against my tender, chapped skin, instead of miserable like sharp pricks stabbing me all over, per the usual.
"Psst!" The sound comes again. I don't think I'm hallucinating. It's pretty dark and considering how sick I've been, I could be hearing a rat next to me for all I know.
"Hey!" It's whispered louder now and my eyes flicker around the room until they land on a shadowed figure. The surprise of warm water was enough of a distraction that I didn't even notice
