5th of June, Year 40

((the writing is messier than usual))

My head feels like it did when I woke up from the coma—heavy like a sack of ore and painful to lift. I could barely make the tea Lore left for me. But I did manage to drink all of it. Now I’m laying against the pillows propped against my headboard and waiting. It hasn’t kicked in yet, if it will at all.

What on Azeroth did I drink last night? I scarely remember a thing. Something about Tycho? I think Kass made the drinks.

Oh, Light. Remind me to stick to wine and only a glass or two.

I feel sick.