She rummaged around one of the cupboards for her prescription painkillers, her head pounding.
The painkillers she'd taken kicked in soon after, and she bought ice cream.
Head pulsing, she retreated to the kitchen and painkillers, staring at a picture drawn by a kid, probably Toby, on the table before her.
Only after she tossed back a couple of painkillers did she pick up the phone.
She downed her painkillers with a swig of alcohol.
If not for the painkillers Mansr gave her as soon as she awoke and her newest discovery to distract her from the lingering pain, she'd be too miserable to move.
The painkillers didn't work, and by noon, she had a pulsing headache and no idea how to change the leaky bandage around her wrist.