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~Cana’s POV:

The first time I woke, it was to the feeling of scorching heat, traveling at an excruciatingly slow pace across my body. My throat was dry and thirsted for something I had never tasted.

What it was, even I didn’t know. But I tried my best to pull my mind away from the thirst, stirring in the bed below me and trying to focus on prying the suffocating attire off my body.

Voice, or rather, a voice, reached my ear. It sounded distant, but familiar nonetheless. The space beside me dipped, I wanted to open my eyes, but couldn’t bring my body to do so.

Hands, gentle and comforting, ran themselves through my hair, and I felt myself being pulled against a cold surface.

It was comforting, enough to get the fire in me dying down slowly.

Coupled with the sweet smell that invaded my nostrils, I couldn’t fight against the sudden sleepiness and soon found myself drifting off, again.

The second time I woke, the feeling was much more different. I felt less heated, but I guessed that c