I can feel the rain start to land on the top of my head. It spreads the chill as it trickles down my head and soaks into my shirt. A thought occurs to me through the thick of the fever, 'should I move?' But I realize even as I turn my head I don't have the strength.
How did I get here?
What brought me to this?
I try to think but the more I try the harder it gets, and as the fog slips over me, I give up, and sink into a slumber.
24 HOURS LATER
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