"Oh, fuck!" Damon held on to his head, feeling the splitting headache that was crushing his skull.
What had possessed him to drink all that? He questioned his wisdom, believing his action was unbelievably stupid. But again, he had not been himself lately.
"Ugh!" He closed his eyes again, assuming the bright light from the windows was not helping his situation. Seemingly, it was making it worse.
He rotated his head, feeling the stiffness of his neck and shoulders. Then, he stretched his arms and legs, hoping to relieve the tension.
Then, when he tried to open his eyes again, he finally noticed the room, realizing he was not in the private confine of his bedroom.
Damnit! What was he thinking?
However, it would appear he was not thinking clearly. Otherwise, he would not be in this situation. He would not have allowed himself to get wasted.
