Pete opened his eyes and winced at the intrusion of light. He waited a few seconds to allow the slow transition, sat up and attempted to check out his new surroundings. When he moved his head, he almost threw up. The pain was excruciating. It felt like the first (and last) time he suffered the dry horrors from too much liquor consumption in his much younger days.
"Ohh," he groaned and lay down again. He tried to organize his thoughts, but the pain was too intense. He waited a little longer and raised himself up again. His head screamed in protest, but he forced himself to ignore it. He saw Tremaine and Mason a few feet from him. He crawled over and saw Tremaine was coming around. He left him and went to see Mason. Mason was unconscious and breathing shallow but steadily. His temperature
