Full Cup Of Water Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Uh, coke, seven-up, water, tea and uh, beer." why don't we just do what we've come into the room to do

Now that the man is gone, maybe I can convince one of the women to give me a drink of water. "Please...", I speak to the woman holding the tray with a brush and some things that resemble paint. "May I please have a drink of water?" She looks around nervously and nods silently, giving me a cup filled with the most glorious tasting water I've had in my life. It's not clear like the water from the streams at home, but I gulp the cool liquid down so quickly that I start to cough. It wets my throat but there will never be enough water in the world to quench this thirst. As I continue to cough, she takes the cup and fills it again, handing it back to me, full to the brim. I make eye contact with h

Not so much. "Technically, Tea and coffee have water in Daddy." I smile up at him. "They also have a lot in that stops you absorbing iron and other things you need. I'm not saying don't drink them, but at least drink enough water to hydrate yourself, baby girl." I nod and don't argue. He is right. I always felt run down, tired and like crap. But, since he has been making me drink the nasty plain tasting crap, I have felt better.

For the first time in hours, she was finally resting her waist, and it felt so good. Czar walked away from the bed, went over to the table where the water was kept, and decanted some into a cup. Then he returned to Masha and proffered the cup to her. "You look dehydrated as well. Drink up." Masha's eyes widened in astonishment as she looked up at Czar, wondering if she was in a dream. Did he just offer her some water? Her lashes shimmered in a fast blink as she lowered her gaze to the floor and collected the cup from him.

She quickly hands her the glass reluctantly. "Here's your water and no more requests .We are running out of time ," "Im sorry ,"Rue apologies with a small smile and downs the whole cup at one go . She really drinks alot of water . "I know what you are thinking , I just love water,"She comments looking at my face with a side eye .

"I passed out and you're offering me water. Did you also forget I donated blood. I need a truck load of food and expensive wines.... And you're offering me WATER?!" "I'm the doctor here so you have to do as say. Slight fatigue is normal after donation.. especially after you've been tossed around like a sack". She rolled her eyes at that last part. "That's why drinking lots of water helps to relieve some of that stress". She snatched the water away and gulped it before pushing the glass back into his hands. "You talk too much." She implied with a frown. "You complain too much". He countered, turning away. "So..how do you feel now". He asked.

"Wonderful, I was just hearing about….actually I don't remember what I was just hearing about." "Mm, I can see that. What number of drink is that?" His hand stayed where it was. "I think I lost count," "It's your sixth cup, I had to end my discussion prematurely." "You've been counting?" "Someone has to, as you've been enjoying yourself way too much. You need to drink water and drop that cup,” He steered me slightly sideways away from the conversation. "I don't want water."

“I’ve never seen you touch this holy shit once. Why do I have to?” He raises a brow, smug as hell. “Just because you don’t see it doesn’t mean I don’t drink it, Little Birdie. I do. Now drink. And eat.” He shoves a plate into my hand, grilled chicken, veggies, actual food, and sits on the edge of the bed like a warden. Water. I haven’t voluntarily drunk water since I was twelve and discovered caffeine is a personality trait. I stare at the glass like it personally offended me. “This is torture. Like an actual punishment.”