THIRD PERSON POV

Luke woke up with a wet towel on his forehead and a bitter taste in his mouth.

Cracking his eyes open, his dreary gaze wandered about the room. He had passed out again. His head throbbed painfully, and he winced at the bright rays of sunlight spilling through the window blinds. This confused him because he was sure he'd never opened them.

He stayed in bed, too lazy to move, or rather, he couldn't move at all. He felt something weigh him down, keeping him in place like an ...