"Drink," he commanded.
"What is it?" she asked dumbly.
In the pitch black bleakness, she could not see his restrained vexation.
"It is water."
But she could hear it in the tautness of his words.
"Oh," she drank, suddenly parched. "Thank you."
He opened her palm and placed two tiny round objects.
"What is this?" she questioned again, unseeing and blinded.
He curled his fingers over hers. "Do you trust me?"
There was no hesitation. "Yes."
"Then take it."
She swallowed the pills and drained her glass.
"Your hangover should be lessened." A feather-light touch brushed her cheek. "Now sleep."
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Posted: April 27, 2020