"Whole lotta nothing," was Clay's opinion. He was feeling great now. His legs were kind of wobbly, but since he was flat out on the ground, that was all right.
Really, the only thing wrong right now was how thirsty he felt. How could his body be drenched and his mouth so damn dry? It wasn't fair. Maybe if he looked around a bit he could find some of those grape-things. At least they had a little juice. He tried to put the thought out of his mind. Right now, he just wanted to rest.