Trevor POV
My eyes feel heavy, and my leg hurts like a b**ch. I can hear a deep voice asking me if I'm alright, but I can't seem to answer. I'm surrounded by darkness, but it doesn't feel like sleep. "Open your eyes, son." I know it's not my dad talking, but who else would call me son? No it can't be. The voice is way too deep. I try to recall what I was doing before the darkness came, but I can't.
What the hell happened? Where the hell am I? A warm large hand presses against my forehead and warmth rolls through my body like a wave. The feeling goes as quickly as it came, and my eyes snap open. I'm taken aback by the man kneeling in front of me. I'd say he looks like Santa Claus with his white beard and rosy cheeks, but he is to damn big and too buff to be him. He's wearing a red beanie
