KIENA

My eyes feel heavy but I force them open, feeling the pressure in my head intensify as my body begins to stir awake. The endless dabble between consciousness and unconsciousness has left me feeling drained and weary.

My mind vaguely registers the fact that Zedane is still sitting beside my bed. I wonder how long he has been in that position.

He thrusts a glass of water in my direction. "Here. Have a drink."

I close my eyes shut again. I can't stand the cold intensity of his gaze right now. I'm already in enough pain as it is, and the fact that I cannot even remember anything that...