Chapter 15
Alex woke up slowly, groggily. His head throbbed with every beat of his heart, as if his brain were twice its normal size, pounding to break free from where it was imprisoned in his skull. His tongue sat thick and heavy in his dry, scaley mouth as he tried to swallow saliva that wasn't there. Alex had never experienced a hang over, but if he had, he assumed it would feel much like this.
Carefully, he rolled to his side. The bed shook, and his head sunk deep into a part of the pillow that wasn't already molded to the shape of his skull. Alex regretfully opened his eyes. A fire from the corner stove blazed, and his eyes were pained because of it.
Alex groaned. "My head..." It took a moment for him to actually realize he wasn't back in his own room. In the flood of panic that followed, Alex managed to ignore his throbbing skull, sit straight up, and look about the room restlessly. In the corner, a familiar face sat reading a book. Although familiar, the face wasn't comforting in the slightest. Alex threw his legs over the side of the bed, and the girl in the corner looked up, pushing her blue strand of hair away from her face.
"About time you got up." She snapped her book shut and tossed it aside. "I don't even like to read."
Her voice pierced Alex's brain, sharp as knives. He groaned and pressed his fingers to his temples. "Hope, I- Ow! Head."
"Pretty nasty bump you've go there. Why don't you lay back down for a bit? It's late."
Alex remained where he sat at the edge of the bed. "Here...Where am I?" He squeezed his eyes shut as he tried to block out the stove light. Pain, so much pain.
"My room, actually." Hope stood and slowly made her way over to the basically immobile Alex. " You were sprawled out in the middle of the street in front of the bar. Bart said it was bad for business and decided to move your drunken ass. Excuse my language. Nasty thing, ale-head. Isn't it?"
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