I woke up after a few hours drenched in sweat, my hair wet and clinging to my forehead. I was cold despite my phone telling me it was eighty degrees outside. Sitting up in bed, I fumbled with the hem of Delmare's shirt, my heart heavy as I remembered the events of this morning. Rubbing my eyes, I tried to ease the grogginess that plagued me as I stood, padding slowly into the kitchen and rubbing my arms while I walked. I was sore everywhere, each step I took ached until I grabbed a glass from the cabinet...