TWENTY-EIGHT
I awoke to a choking cough, and it annoyed me.
Firstly, I was having a damn good dream, and it involved Samantha. I'll keep the details to myself, thanks very much. So there's that.
Secondly, it felt really good to get sleep. I had been in pain since the day I escaped Lovat Central and was shot, and this sleep had become a wonderful place of escape where my head ignored the signals the rest of my body was sending.
So waking to someone continually coughing was annoying.
It was my chest that hurt first. My lungs.
I was further bothered when I discovered that I was the one doing the choking cough, and I was doing it a lot. I could feel water come up out of my lungs, and with each hack, I spat it out. My chest burned. I hacked and choked. My insides felt raw and bloody by th
