The Prey

I woke up to a splitting headache, the kind that made every heartbeat feel like a hammer against my skull. Confusion clouded my thoughts as I slowly blinked my eyes open, trying to get my bearings. Soreness spread through my limbs and a dull ache that made me wince as I shifted on the bed. I wasn’t sure what hurt more—the throbbing in my head or the tension knotted in my muscles.

Groaning softly, I pushed myself up, immediately noticing a small glass of water on the nightstand beside me. Next to it, a few pills and a note.

Have them.

Underneath, it was signed: K.M.

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