Day Six
A bright light was in his eyes. When he discovered his arm and gathered the strength to raise it against the sun, he found something liquid running down it. He moved his hand to his mouth and managed to maneuver a single drop between his swollen, broken lips. Water. Covering the bottom of the hole.
Again, and again, he lifted his hand from his side to find the wet, which he carefully transferred to his blistered mouth. He turned his face from the terrible urges of Glutton to guzzle as much as he could hold.
Day Seven
Something was sliding across his chest. He threw his muscles at the task of lifting his head to look. Through half focused eyes, he saw a snake, smooth and coppery, leaning from his chest to the water which covered the bottom of the pit, a finger nail deep. Precious, life-giving water, seeping up from the ground into the hole as it was seeping into his body, a few precious drops at a time.
Jesus lay still, willing himself into inaction, grateful for his weakened state which made sudden motion impossible. When the viper had drunk its fill, it turned back on itself, forked tongue brushing Jesus' beard as it passed over the lip of the hole and away into the desert.