Maxwell felt like his whole body was one, giant bruise. His whole body ached, and he had no idea what time it was, where he was, or even, who he was. His eyes felt crusty and gross, and his mouth felt parched.
God, what had he done?
"Maxy? Are you awake?" The deep timber of another man's voice filled his ears, and any fear or anxiety he had washed away. He didn't know why he knew that voice, but it filled him with a sense of ease. If he was hearing it, then everything was fine. Why did he trust this man so much?
Forcing his eyes open, he winced at the feeling of his eyelids separating, and blinked several times as he tried to get his bearings.
