Connor’s POV
Pain, that’s the only thing I register as I come to consciousness, that my head is trying to split itself open. Someone, somewhere is using a jack hammer and it’s burrowing through my brain.
I force my eyes open, looking around blearily as I lick my parched lips. I scowl as the disgusting taste of my mouth registers, what the hell did I drink last night?
I look down and find myself wrapped in the blanket that is usually at the foot of my bed, my clothes are still on, and I’m curled up diagonally across my blankets. I don’t even remember getting home, I just have a vague recollection of Benny dragging me down the stairs to dance and then it’s all blank.
Rolling onto my side, I slide my feet to the floor, attempting to push myself into a sitting position. It takes me three a
