17. Poolside

Somehow, I end up sleeping the entire evening away, tossing through nightmare after nightmare.

I wake up drenched in sweat, with a thirst that has me lunging out of bed to grab the glass of water on the bed stand.

I gulp the entire thing and refill the glass twice, panting and wiping my mouth once I am done. My trembling fingers rise to my face, before threading them into my hair as I will my breathing to slow.

Gripping the bedstand, I lean against it, shaking. I dreamt of Yuri and Anton, but this time, they're killing me, not the reverse. My skin crawls with the feeling of blood on my skin. The sweat coating my body and shirt does little to help.

Bile rises to my throat and I close my hand over my mouth to keep myself from throwing up.

Pushing my feet into the oversized flip-flops by the bed and grabbing the robe by the door, take heavy steps out of the room needing to get some air on my face.

I step out of the room, my tight movements triggering the motion sensors and lights sudde