Hunger and thirst provided many lessons. Pain worked with dryness to teach her the value of water. Dryness attacked her mouth and lips, taking all the moisture from them, desiccating them, until her skin cracked and leaked red. 


She tried to drink the red liquid, but it made her sick. 

Retching. Sick. 

“Should I give you a name?”

The pain entered her and moved inside her, down her throat, and into her stomach. Stop! Please! Help!

No words of advice came now. 


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