John sighed, looking at his empty flask.  How long had it been for him without a drink?  Several days?  a Week maybe?  Who knows.  All he knew was that going without alcohal was affecting him.  He had been physically sick several times over the last few days, with shakes and a slight fever, but they seemed to have tapered off.  He was just glad he hadn't gone into convulsions.  he had been smart enough to drink what whisky he had in small, even amounts, as to help him with his withdrawel, but it was still a lot less pleasent then he had hoped.<br/><br/>He had been trying to sleep when he her Jadna.  At first he didn't think much of what she was saying, but when he peaked over towards her and saw the door, his eyes widened.  Sitting up in the bed, he looked twoards it, stunned.