Lyndale Lush Life: 7
Sebastian had coughed himself awake, and his throat was so dry, it was impossible to speak or swallow.
He rolled over, groggily, and saw the dried drops of blood on his sheets. The previous night was coming back to him in pieces, now.
Sebastian tottered over to the bathroom sink, and saw in the mirror that he had streaks of dried blood all over his face, but there didn’t seem to be any real damage. After a few hurried minutes of splashing water on his fac…
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