The next day, Argus had awoken in his room aching in his skull. It is as if some receding water were stuck inside and it violently churns as he got up from his bed.
"Arghh! Pain..." he muttered, he felt dizzy and his vision was still blurry.
The terrible pain stopped him from leaving his bed.
A few breathes had passed, when he felt like he could already move. But when he stood up, the pain is still there.
"Why am I feeling weak all over?" Argus weakly mumbled as he rubs his temples with his two numb hands.
As he massaged his head, he recalls what he did on why he was in this state, he remembered at once that he drank a couple of barrels of wine. Not even satisfied, he also placed some wine in his jug and had tossed a few pebbles near the shorelines alone.
"ah I did drank a lot, ...last night?"
But when Argus tried to think more, his head only hurt.
