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Ana groaned as my eyes fluttered open for the third time. It felt like there were thousands of construction workers inside her head, each one hammering away relentlessly. She swear she could hear them. Her entire body ached, and every breath felt like a chore.

Or maybe not. As her vision slowly came into focus, she saw someone pounding on something inside a miniature mortar. The man, wearing a black or grey shirt, pounding with urgency. Her head throbbed, making it hard to concentrate on anything else.

“Vee?” She croaked, her voice barely above a whisper. She could see him now, standing at the edge of the room, his back turned to her as he worked on something. The sight of him brought a sense of relief, but it was quickly overshadowed by the pain and confusion.

He turned around quickly at the sound of her voice, his eyes widening in what looked like relief. “You’re awake” he said the obvious, rushing to her side.

She tried to sit up, but her body protested with a sharp pain and she wi