This sleep left Summer Lowell feeling weak all over, her mind in a daze.
She lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling for a while before she slowly sat up against the headboard, pressing the quilt against her.
When a person is sick, their reactions are always a bit delayed.
Summer held the insulated cup by the bedside, slowly drinking water. It wasn't until the cup was empty that she finally realized...
"Wait, that's not right. Last time I drank this water last night, there was barely a sip left. How come now..."
After taking cold medicine last night, she drank until there was only a little water left at the bottom of the cup, too lazy to get up and refill it from the kitchen.
Yet now, when she picked it up just now, the cup was full of hot water, and the temperature was even hotter than when she poured it last night, not the usual mix of half cold and half hot water she preferred.
The more she thought about it, the more terrifying it seemed.
