Under different circumstances
When his fever finally broke for good, this time around he woke in a strange place.
He was lying in a cot but at least he wasn't naked, it seemed someone had been caring for him because he had been tucked in beneath a blanket.
To the right side was a small table, with a jug of water for drinking purposes, a bowl of water probably used to wipe him down during his fever.
There was also a stack of clean bandages and half a jar of ointment.
He smelled like ointment and it wasn't a pleasant smell.
It looked like bay leaves mixed with cow dung even though it probably wasn't.
The first thing he did after sitting up was quench his thirst and literally drained the jug of all the water inside.
He was even tempted to lick the inside of the jug; that's how thirsty he felt.