2.5

She let out a long and displeased moan, protesting at that annoying feel of her head hurting so much. It felt so big and inflated she swore it would pop off after just a little bit of pressure added.

Her eyelids were still closed yet as she slowly regained awareness and feel in her limbs, a swift and scorching wave of heat warmed her from the inside out, leaving a trail of dampness all over her skin.

She bit back a tired yawn and only then did she realize how scratchy and dry her mouth and throat felt, her instincts pushing her to hunt for at least a drop of water. She was parched. Completely dehydrated.

So she tried to stretch out her numbed limbs before anything else, her muscles straining as she tried and tried...to no avail.

Her brows furrowed, mere seconds before her eyelids snapped open, meeting a very unfamiliar ceiling. Its dull and weathered beige paint glared right back at her, giving her no hints whatsoever of where she could possibly be and what happened to her when the co