6 6 - A S H A N - 7 1 8 . . . N A S H A K I
No explosions, nor screams had woken Hyde up. He slept, hard, for breaks without stirring so much as a finger or foot out of place from where he'd crashed. The empty green glass had rolled to press against his cheek, and drool had gathered on the spot in a small puddle.
The midday sun, however, woke him when it streaked past the flimsy curtains. At first, he grumbled and turned his head the other way. The glass got in the way though. He almost chipped a tooth on the thing in his disgruntled still-asleep state. His hand flew out to move it aside, and the glass tumbled onto the floor. The impact caused a small crack to run through but it didn't shatter apart. Though he wanted to keep asleep, he woke in a start and lifted from the bed.
Dizzy, his head pounded in a rush of blood while he stumbled over to the wash basin. He threw up into the befouled water. There wasn't much to it but bile and gin. He leaned over, hand against the wall to help steady himself, while he finished the instinctual purge and then regained his breath.
Hyde closed his eyes, and focused on his breath, while he felt the terrible sensations of being awake again. The heat had gotten unbearable, layers of sweat clung to his skin. He could hear his pulse in his ears as his head ached with pressure from all sides of his skull. His throat felt raw, dry, and sticky with sour bile-tinted phlegm.
His muscles hurt too, from... whatever he did last night. He couldn't remember. In fact, while he rubbed at his face and stumbled toward the nightstand, he couldn't remember anything except the morning prior when he'd decided he would spend the trial drinking.
He picked up the bottle of gin and though it was warmer than lukewarm, he gulped down most of it like a thirsty man drinking water. Once done, he set it on the stand, then fell to sit on the edge of the bed. He leaned forward and cradled his head in both his hands while he waited for the alcohol to soak into his body so that he could have a chance to ignore the monstrous hangover.
The midday sun, however, woke him when it streaked past the flimsy curtains. At first, he grumbled and turned his head the other way. The glass got in the way though. He almost chipped a tooth on the thing in his disgruntled still-asleep state. His hand flew out to move it aside, and the glass tumbled onto the floor. The impact caused a small crack to run through but it didn't shatter apart. Though he wanted to keep asleep, he woke in a start and lifted from the bed.
Dizzy, his head pounded in a rush of blood while he stumbled over to the wash basin. He threw up into the befouled water. There wasn't much to it but bile and gin. He leaned over, hand against the wall to help steady himself, while he finished the instinctual purge and then regained his breath.
Hyde closed his eyes, and focused on his breath, while he felt the terrible sensations of being awake again. The heat had gotten unbearable, layers of sweat clung to his skin. He could hear his pulse in his ears as his head ached with pressure from all sides of his skull. His throat felt raw, dry, and sticky with sour bile-tinted phlegm.
His muscles hurt too, from... whatever he did last night. He couldn't remember. In fact, while he rubbed at his face and stumbled toward the nightstand, he couldn't remember anything except the morning prior when he'd decided he would spend the trial drinking.
He picked up the bottle of gin and though it was warmer than lukewarm, he gulped down most of it like a thirsty man drinking water. Once done, he set it on the stand, then fell to sit on the edge of the bed. He leaned forward and cradled his head in both his hands while he waited for the alcohol to soak into his body so that he could have a chance to ignore the monstrous hangover.
