There was a distinct smell in the back of this van, almost like concentrated vinyl. I didn't like it. My temples were throbbing and my vision was completely fucked up to the point where I opened my eyes and couldn't distinguish anything including my hands which were less than three inches in front of my face. Everything was so blurry!
"How long have I been out?" My Voice was croaky and my throat was in severe pain from the dryness. I estimated that I was out for at least a few hours, and the reality of it caused me to scowl. I was doing so well and now I was set back. Also, why was I soaking wet? And that smell was seriously starting to give me a headache.
"Half an hour."
I recognised that voice. Oh boy did I recognise that voice. "August?"
"Don't wear out the name," he was chuckling in his seat, so naturally, I kicked it. "Ow. Watch it, I'm driving!"
