Mystic groaned as his eyes opened feverously again when he felt something strange put on his lower half. He whimpered in pain and coughed a bit. So tired that he could barely breathe he was so dehydrated. Soon as the wet cloth was placed on his head his skin began to absorb the moisture into his form. The water droplets trailing down the skin in a river and getting soaked into his flesh. His flesh slightly softening and appearing with more color. His cheeks just a little less flushed. Everywhere the rag touched the water was absorbed into his skin. Soon his whole body looked less pale and with more life than before the water had touched it. His eyes opening but being feverish still. â€œW...a...t...e...r. m...o...r....e....â€ He groaned out. He whimpered a bit and his eyes closed. Water so close yet so far. His eyes opened and glowed for a minute making the water in the bucket bubble and pop before it simmered down. He was too weak to control the water and bring it closer. â€œW...a....t...e...r...â€ He whimpered out.