Phillip woke up the next morning with a pounding head and a disoriented mindset.
His entire vision was cloudy and he could barely make out his surroundings or recall anything from the previous night.
Bells rang in his ears consistently, forcing him to cover his ears with his palms.
It was a struggle to sit up on the bed. He had to grab his head with his hands in other to sit up, but then, as his gaze moved around to take in his surroundings, he saw a big patch of red stain on the sheets and literally jumped down from the bed in fright.
Just as he got off the bed with a pounding head, he tripped over something that caused him to fall face flat on the floor.
"Fuck!" he cursed through gritted teeth as he felt the forceful impact of his fall on his head. Phillip felt that his head was about to burst open but most importantly, he wanted to see what he stumbled over.
