My Wife Switched My Electrolyte Drink To Urine

Our expedition team ventured into a desert wilderness to investigate rare mineral resources when we were suddenly struck by extreme heat that reached 158 °F.

I nearly passed out from dehydration and quickly reached into my backpack for the electrolyte water I had prepared in advance.

Just as I was about to drink it, I realized the bottle was half-filled with urine.

When I turned around, I saw Ben Murphy, my wife’s childhood friend, gulping down my electrolyte water.

As I was about to confront him, Amy Garner, my wife, grabbed my sleeve and said, “Don’t be mad. I gave Ben your electrolyte water. He’s almost dehydrated. You can make do with this for now.”

My vision started to blur. Clutching the half-empty bottle of urine, I asked through gritted teeth, “I’m dehydrated. Instead of letting me rehydrate properly, you want me to drink this? Are you trying to kill me?”

Amy was upset.

“Don’t be ridiculous! Ben doesn’t work out daily like you do. He can’t handle this heat. Wasn’t it right to give him the electrolyte water? Besides, urine can hydrate you, too! Don’t be picky at a time like this.”

Seeing how unreasonable she was being, I sent a distress signal with my location just before losing consciousness.

[Severely dehydrated, near death. Expedition mission suspended. Request immediate rescue. Also reporting a robber in the team. Notify the police immediately.]

My wife, Amy Garner, snatched the satellite phone out of my hand and tried to make another call to cancel the rescue request and stop them from filing a report.

However, when she found out it required my iris scan, she roughly pried at my eyelids.

“Roy, was that really necessary? It’s just a bottle of water! You’d call in a rescue team and cry robbery over that? If this delays the rare resource survey, can you take responsibility for that?”

Summoning what little strength I had left, I clamped down hard on Amy’s wrist and kept my eyes tightly shut.

Waves of dizziness from dehydration crashed over me. My stomach was burning as if it were on fire. Every breath was like a blade cutting down my throat.

I tried to ease my thirst by licking the blood beading on my cracked lips, but it was no use.

I had just wasted even more of my strength because of Amy. I did not know how much longer I could hold on.

Ben Murphy took a long gulp of the electrolyte water. He squinted his eyes in pleasure and let out a satisfied sigh.

“Sorry, Roy. Amy only meant well. I was severely dehydrated. What if I died out here in the desert?”

Then, he poured more water out and splashed it over his face, his hands, and even the back of his neck.

“The electrolyte water is really very hydrating! Lucky you brought some, Roy, or I wouldn’t have had any to drink.”

My fingers dug hard into the seat. I wanted nothing more than to skin Ben alive at that moment.

I had prepared that water specifically for emergencies. Before we set out, I had suggested we bring extra, but Ben had protested. He brushed it off as pseudoscience and claimed regular water worked just as well.

So, I had been the only one to pack electrolyte water.

But when I needed it the most to stay alive, he was wasting it on purpose.

Amy turned toward Ben in concern. She pressed her hand to his forehead and to his neck.

“You don’t need to apologize. You’ve been kind enough. You even left him other water supplies. If he refuses to drink them, that’s on him!”

She tossed the bottle of urine at me.

“Come on, Roy. Stop pretending to be so weak! You think I don’t know about your years of special forces training? You’re not as fragile as you’re pretending to be. If you were really dehydrated, you’d be gulping down anything with moisture in it, even if it’s as disgusting as urine. Ben isn’t as strong as you. Of course, I’m taking better care of him. Why are you picking on him?”

Ben handing me his urine was not kindness. It was pure humiliation!

My throat burned so badly that I could not waste another word on either of them.