Nash

“Nash…get up.”

A dull voice called me forth. My head throbbed as I quickly remembered what had happened. I jolted from my spot upon the floor only to come face to face with Brady, who had been throttled around by the looks of it because there were red and purple bruises on his face that weren’t there to begin with.

“What the hell happened to you?” I asked him, a deep chuckle escaped him as he shrugged.

“We will just say ...