37. Delirium.

I squeal as I awake, body slick with a thick layer of sweat. I stretched, and tore my good limbs on the briars along the blackberry vines. My body is still aching, and my skin is scorching hot despite the shade and moist earth beneath the bush. I can no longer feel my foot, but I refuse to look at it knowing that the sight would shake me. My head throws, and has a "pulse" thrumming above my ears and between my eyes. Pressure, like a sinus headache.

         "Fan-freaking-tastic..." I pant. I assume my crawling position, and I wiggle out from the brush. It is still daylight, and I do not know it'd it's the same day or next. I am thirsty though. My tongue feels like sandpaper.

         Squirrels and birds are flighty in my descent to the creek, and I flop unceremoniously onto my stomach to drink. A turtle ducks back into it's shell across the creek from me and I huff. The best part about drinki