Chapter 12
When I wake up I’m too exhausted to be suspicious. My entire body aches and it feels like a sadistic acupuncturist has been using me as a teaching aid. I don’t feel like opening my eyes but at least I’m lying down. I run through a mental checklist.
Body parts? I move my arms and legs to make sure they’re still attached, and my head hurts too much to be gone. Check.
Clothes? I move my arms and legs again and feel fabric. Check.
Concentration? I try to visualize a hexagram, basic stuff, and it feels like my mind is on fire. In that case...
Weapons? I pat myself down as stealthily as possible. Turns out I’m actually naked, and the fabric is a blanket and itchy bandages. I’m also lying on a mattress, a pretty good indication that I’m with friends. Then again, some people have a
