Chapter 7

• Marina.
• The headache was killing me, the sun rays coming in from everywhere did nothing to calm the nails I felt piercing my temple. The nausea continued to torment me, to the point where I had to hold onto the toilet while emptying the contents of my stomach.
• I was flushed, sweating, with a burning stomach, and yet I couldn't remember how I had gotten home except in small fragments in my mind. Since I woke up, all I could do was make it to the bathroom. I needed water, in large quantities, with ice. To bathe and drink. Whatever I found first.