Chapter 121

A sting in my arm, and then there was nothing but floating. And dreams. And the sound of peeing...

I immediately felt my crotch area to see if I'd wet myself. Nope. But the sound didn't stop. Had I woken up inside a toilet? I'd done that once when I was fourteen. Mom had a bottle of wine someone had given her as a gift that she'd apparently forgotten about, so I did her a favor and drank the whole bottle one night after patrol. The next morning, Mom found me asleep with my head inside the toilet. Since then, I hated everything that had to do with grapes. I should've left that wine for her. I should've done a lot of things.

Now, I cracked my eyes open. They felt scratchy and raw, like I'd spent much too long swimming to the surface. Of consciousness, I supposed.