The pristine surroundings and the chemical smell in the air felt nauseating as I stared at the blurry reflection of my face on the tiled floor. Wanting to scratch the insides of my throat to relieve myself from the itchy dry feeling, like I had swallowed a bunch of nails, I forcefully swallowed the little spit I could muster in my parched mouth.
“Coffee?” Alex asked and I looked up to see him holding out a cup with steam coming out of it. In his other hand he held a bottle of water and heading for it I motioned for him to give me that.
Letting the water in I felt it choke me as I tried to take in too much at a go. So dry was my mouth that I found it difficult to even push water past my throat. Filling my mouth to its maximum capacity I slowly gulped it down taking my time as I felt eyes on me.