Looking up from where he had been staring at the compounds composing the IV drip, Calibri opened his mouth and promptly found that he was parched. His tongue felt like dry sandpaper and the insides of his mouth were not much better off. Even when he breathed, it felt like he was blowing out dust and air instead of moisture. It was not uncommon for someone that had undergone a poisoning, considering the body would have worked doubly hard to flush out the foreign elements from its system, but it never quite ceased to be uncomfortable, even for someone so used to dealing with them.

"Water," he mouthed.