''There goes the last of my medical supplies.'' , looking at my personal patch up job for my burnt hand. The cloth is already a bit bloody but it seems to contain the wound well enough. Sure it hurts like hell but I must admit I did a good job covering up the damage..'' in fact I'm confident enough to say that this will heal in no time'' , I lie to myself cheerily trying to ignore the freezing tear rolling down my left cheeck.
While I tend to my wounds a loud thumping and tearing sound grabs my attention. Squinting towards the entrance I notice a blurry mess laying in front of it. It's a bit hard to tell with the snowstorm cutting your vision off more than half, but I know exactly what's going on. I sigh and help myself to my legs, which are not as stable as they were a few days ago ''damned thing keeps falling apart'' , I stumble towards the entrance of the cave. Among the rubble I locate all the pieces of wood and attempt to patch them together with the same piece of half-torn string I've been using for the other 23 patch jobs on the same setup. The idea is simple, have a semi doorframe looking apparatus at the entrance of the cave with a bit of a roof reaching out of the cave, so I wouldn't have chunks of ice fall on my head as I exit and enter my dorm. The problem with my construction is my lack of expertiese, patience and proper equpment. Hell if I'd have at least a dozen or two nails, I could get this damned thing sturdier than my sanity. Finished with the construction work, I wipe my brow from cold sweat as I notice my eyesight blurring. It was then when it hit me. ''I haven't had an ounce of sleep for the past 17 hours or so. And I've been constantly running from demons for the past few days'' Now exhausted I shamble to my already dying fire which I lit not longer than an hour ago. I gather some more logs to throw onto the fire, sure they are a little bit moist but good enough to catch fire and burn for a decent while.
Sitting down once again, I start rumaging through my packpack. Through the sound of vials clattering against each other I hear myself mutter in despair, ''now where did I put that damn ointment'', when I finally found it. A small modest looking vial containing an emerald blue liquid with a slight undertone of green shade to it. ''Here it is, Anguta! Bloody difficult to make, but this will surely keep me out of the cold for at least 72 hours'' I down half of the contents of the small bottle which almost made me vomit. The taste is similar to blue mynthon mixed with rotten seaweed and fish eyes. I shiver and start losing my senses, I've seen someone else take the potion before, it didn't look pleasant, at least for the couple of hours. I figured it somehow overrides the nervous system increasing the blood and oxygen fusion and heightening your entire system to a state where it is impossible to cool it down. Weather like this is perfect conditions for this potion.
I grab the small mirror facing the ground next to my bed and look at my face. ''White retinas aside I look like I'm enjoying myself. Good. I should sleep''. Last thing I remember is the sound of the mirror dropping onto the hard rock ground in the faint echoes of the gave.
