POV Gale
I woke up to an unfamiliar roof, a white one, with weird snake-shaped lamps crawling all over the roof. My head was about to burst, my strength was gone, and so was my sense of balance. Even breathing sucked as everything smelled horrible.
Sleeping felt like a chore, staying awake felt incredibly tiring, and changing positions was more difficult than I was expecting.
'Fuck! I can't remember a thing; I shouldn't have drunk this much.' I thought as I was trying to understand where I was currently lying. As I tried to change positions and lay down on my belly, I felt something rising up from my stomach, ready to be puked, but I never puked it; it just kind of remained sitting at the base of my throat.
