"Hurgh…"
Jack felt like a meteorite had taken the place of his head. The groan he let out only made it feed him more pain as it tremored. Nevertheless, he still has to shake that dead weight further, just to clear the fog clinging to the wrinkly piece of flesh inside.
The pain was intolerable, the worst hangover he had ever experienced.
He forced his eyes open, powering through the rust that had embedded itself in the folds of his eyelids. First there was light, before, while squinting his eyes, he found that it was something neither bright nor dim, just too much for his dry eyes.
He looked around to the best he could with how difficult his eyeballs were to move around, then tried to sit. He tried, and failed.
Eyebrows twitching, he moved his hands just to confirm that it was not the vestiges of the drinks he had tried just now. Or a few hours ago? A day ago, maybe?
He could not tell, and that was telling.
