My head is pounding—like a heartbeat behind my eyes that I _wish_ would stop. A steady, pulsing throb that makes it hard to think, harder to move. I’m lying on my side, eyes closed, trying to figure out where the hell I am, when I hear something faint.
...Is that rock music?
Yeah. Definitely rock music.
I groan—a low sound that slips out before I can stop it—as I force myself upright. My limbs are...
