Losing the battle was not part of the plan for Keenan, he felt horrendous and everything else felt new to him as losing was not on his mind. When he woke up the following morning, he was beaten to the core and had a throbbing headache that wouldn’t stop or leave him alone.
“f**k, what the hell happened?” He asked as he struggled to open his eyes, he held his head in distress and so much pain, “Anyone there? I would like to get something for my headache, anyone?” He asked loudly and one of the maids came scampering towards him with a glass of water and some pills.
He was seated on the floor, clutching his head like a teenager from a night party.
He guzzled down the whole glass of water after taking the pills, he closed his eyes and tried to get up from the floor but the migraine stopped
