Brian

I woke up with a throbbing head and a dry sore throat. Kyle was humming a tune that sound too far away from a person who was kneeling by my bed, raking his fingers through my hair. Everything was blurry, with the room filling as though it was spinning. I groaned, shutting my eyes.

"Brian, sweetie. Are you awake?" Kyle asked, his voice sounding far away. I blinked lazily, "S-So thirsty." I said, wincing at the excruciating pain that shot through my throat. How long was I ...