"Regular water..." He cleared his dry throat, the dimple between his brows prominent as he frowned. His eyes drifted lazily to Avice's face and he pursed his lips. "I'm scared of the heat in my brain. Do you think I'm going to die? What if... what if there's something there I can't fix?"
She frowned, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Don't worry.. You'll be alright. I'll get a medic for you, alright? They'll help you."
He turned his head to look down at the pillow, biting his chapped bottom lip. "Oh, Avice. Nothing is making very much sense right now."
"Rest my eyes... they don't even have a bed, Av. I don't know what I'm supposed to do." He sounded desolate and pushed the blanket off, staring at the ceiling. "Do you hear a ringing? It's really loud."
