Valentina's eyes slowly opened up but she couldn't get them to focus.
All she could see were blurry images, and abstract distortions that made no sense to her.
The blurriness moved into spinning circles. Everything just kept spinning.
Valentina blinked multiple times. That did nothing to stop the symptoms she was experiencing, and so she lifted her weak hands.
She felt so weak all over, yet she managed to bring the back of her hand to her face where she wiped off.
The blurriness moved a little, and the spinning halted.
Digging her hand to the ground for support, she slowly began to rise to her feet.
She fully stood, but because of how wobbly her feet were, she stumbled, and almost collapsed right back to the ground.
But a hand from nowhere, held her firmly, keeping her steady.
She didn't see who it was, but she felt them. And their scent was incredibly familiar.
All man, with a mixture of tobacco and expensive whiskey.
