It was a rough night for me. I could barely sleep and I woke up three or four times during the night. I had too much on my mind. The death battle we would be entering in just a few days, how hurt Sam was, everything. Everything was clouding my mind and destroying my thoughts. It was all wearing on me. But I knew I wasn't alone. I knew everyone else in the camp was just as worried as I was. 
I rolled onto my side, only to find a puddle of water where my ice pack was. It had melted all over the bed and now I was stuck in it. I sighed, carefully sitting up and picking the watery sack of an ice pack up and tossing it beside my bed. "Great." I mumbled to myself. I was now stuck with a wet bed and had no spare sheets to change it with. Sighing, I crawled to the other end of my bed and relaxed. It was dry but I'd rather be at the other end.