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“Get me a glass of water” Ismael said, as he spoke through his intercom towards a person at the other end. With one of his arks softly placed on his forehead, he laid sideways wincing over the pounding frenzy of his head, while he gently rubbed lightly in other to reduce his tugging ache.

His head tumbled as his eyes rolled at the impact of light, his wincing constantly refuted at every breath with curses spilling off his lips, while he muffled in cold regrets of having himself drowned in the depth of his alcoholic rampage, wishing desperately he had avoided the outcome of his detestable decision which led him towards an illing body.

“Mmh” Ismael grumbled trying hard highlighting his deepening bed, his soft sinking bed, which raised othsides above him, sinking him towards the middle for a vastly comforting sleep. Until that moment Ismael had barely felt any bangsor aches, blocked over by his sleep and sunk in comfort, until his lids had flipped open into the light of a new morning, s