Etienne sat up in his bed and immediately fell backwards with a groan. Even with his eyes closed, he could feel the room spinning around him. He put the back of his hand to his forehead and found it was unnaturally sweaty and hot.
He groaned aloud once again and threw his blanket over his head.
"Good morning, Master Etienne," A familiar voice spoke, "I see you had quite the eventful day yesterday. Here, drink this."
Etienne could smell the aroma of soup wafting through the air. He forced his eyes open and spotted Gabe standing next to the bed, holding out a thermos and smiling.
Etienne groaned aloud once more and grabbed the thermos.
"Thanks," Etienne said flatly. He sat up fully and looked around the room. Despite having been back home for a few months now, his room still felt nostalgic. Etienne changed very little; the old posters and figurines from before his departure still sat in exactly the same place.
