Nash opened his eyes, feeling like he'd only slept forty minutes even though many hours had passed.
He laid there for a bit, staring at the ceiling with his arms spread wide, just enjoying the silence of the suite. Damn, the silence was heaven. Especially when your head is pounding like a drum. No doors slamming, no one rushing around, and definitely no more of those not so annoying "piiii". He waited another thirty seconds, before finally sitting up.
He stretched. His neck cracked loudly and his shoulders groaned, man, he felt old for a second. In the corner of his eye, that damn Quest interface was still hovering there, looking threatening, but he just brushed it away.
Well, shit, he thought. Good job. Maybe next time give me someone with a happy marriage? Will be fun.
