You refuse the water
You say, "No thanks." The girl looks slightly offended as
she sets the water on your table. She shrugs and walks into another
room. "Wait," you say. The girl turns to face you.
"What's your name?"
"It's Mimla-Ruth. But I hate Ruth. So, you can call me
Mimla." You nod. Your head isn't hurting now. You've just noticed
that it was bandaged. Suddenly, you feel dizzy. You groan, and Mimla
comes running into the room.
"Something wrong?"
