Elizabeth screwed her eyes shut and tried to focus so her head hurt less. She listened to the comforting crackling of the fire and the smell of burning pinewood. The lingering taste of whiskey in her mouth mixing with the taste of freshly brewed coffee she had managed a single sip of before she had to sit down.
“God damnit…” she muttered it to herself as she hunched over and grasped her head in her hands, “this is such bullshit.”
It hadn’t even been that bad on the way down. She’d struggled with the bright fluorescent lighting in the grocery store, but she hadn’t had to leave or sit down like this. Maybe it had just been a delayed reaction to the bright lights when they were picking up supplies, though that had been three or four hours ago now, or perhaps it was just because she was exha
