Every part of my body throbbed. Even my aches had pains. I was on my back and could see an unfamiliar ceiling above me. In a panic, I tried to sit up, but the throbbing in my head was too much and forced me back down. I took a deep breath, and after a few mental curses and a lot of effort, I moved my head. I discovered I was on a couch, and the table beside me held old ice cream buckets full of dark liquid. I couldn’t see anything else in the room other than an old armchair, covered in floral designs so faded they were colorless, with stuffing hanging out here and there. I tried to speak but all that came out was a cough, making me nearly pass out again from the pain in my head. “Whoa, ta- take it easy, man,” a voice said. The words echoed around my head, but once I saw Willy they made sense. He walked out of the living room and returned with something resembling water. I wasn’t in a position to be picky so I drank a few gulps. It tasted terrible, but the liquid was a relief to my cracked throat.
