There was only thirst inside. Only terrible thirst. But what he was so thirsty for, he didn’t know.
But he was. He was thirsty. So thirsty.
“…”
Crowley stood up and tried to flex his body to see how it would move. Come to think of it, his right shoulder was supposed to be fractured, and the tendons torn. But right now it moved just fine, as if nothing had happened. Crowley touched his neck. There were supposed to be wounds on the side of it where Ferid had bitten him, but he found none.