I jumped, startled at the sound of Sam's voice as he spoke. I had no idea anyone was around. 
	"You scared me." I croaked. "I-" I held up a hand as a gesture for him to give me a second to collect my thoughts. I felt dazed and confused, unable to grasp even the slightest bit of what was happening, as the throbbing of my leg infiltrated my mind. It was hard to concentrate on one thing. I was scatter brained, trying to focus my attention on Sam and forget about my pain. I cleared my throat and gathered my words.
	 "I'm alright. I mean, to be honest I feel like I've been hit by a truck. But I'm alright." I stood still, frozen in an uncomfortable position of half standing up straight and slouching, trying my best to keep pressure off of my leg. I was exhausted, hurting, and extremely thirsty. 
	"What did you mean by it being early? How long was I asleep?" I asked as I carefully slunk back down into a sitting position. I didn't quite have the energy to hold myself up yet. I was still so tired, but I didn't want to go back to sleep.
Bits and pieces of the days previous events were all coming back to me. The feeling of my bandages being changed throughout the day as I slept, quiet chattering of what our next move was, then darkness. The rest was a dark, dreamless sleep.