The Test

Kieran's POV

I swallowed a huge lump that was lodged at the base of my throat. I had done that thrice in the last minute now, and still nothing had changed. I wanted to ask for another glass of water, but decided against it. What kind of person asked for over five glasses of water in the past ten minutes? Me. I was that person.

Beads of sweat lined my forehead, and a few droplets slipped down and got into my eye. With a huff, I swiped at my forehead with the sleeve of my shirt. The room was cool with the AC set to the highest degree, but even at that, I was sweating, and not just on my face. Even my palms weren't spared of the sticky assault.