Chapter 77 Begging Death

• I drifted into consciousness, every part of my body aching. My eyes were swollen and burning. Rubbing them only made it worse. My head was pounding, a groan escaping my lips as I pushed up from the awkward position I was in.
• ‘What happened?’ I pressed my hand to the side of my head as if that would make it hurt less.
• I turned, the room so dark. I pushed forward to turn on the side lamp. I was still in my clothes, I must have passed out.