Chapter 206: In a den of wolves
The smell of bacon filled the air. The fatty, sweet scent stirred the man who had been unconscious before, and groaning, he grabbed his head as soon as he sat up.
It pounded painfully, as if several hundred people were hammering away at his skull. He thought he could feel his brain pulsing in waves, and his body ached. He felt battered, and bruised, and groaning again, he heard the bed underneath him creak.
It wasn’t a sound he was used to hearing, or, at least, not one he’d heard in a while.
Freezing, Andrew shook off some of the fog that filled his head, but the pain remained. His face twisted with it, and he glanced around, trying to figure out where he was. He couldn’t see, and he had no idea where he would have put his glasses.
The whole place felt unfamiliar, and uncertain where he was, he tried to retrace all that had happened recently.
More pain, focused on his chest and heart, filled him, as he realised that he didn’t have a place to go back to that he could call his home. At least, not with Maxwell. Realising that made everything even worse, and the cotton mouth that Andrew realised he had felt like a tipping point.
He wanted to cry, but that felt like too much work. He wasn’t even sure what to do.
Looking around him at the blurry shapes and colours, Andrew was able to tell that he was in a bedroom. A smaller one, with a bed, and maybe a dresser? When he looked to the side, he found that the brown blurred shape nearby might be a nightstand. If he was looking for his glasses, that might be a good place to start.
Cautiously patting the area around him, he was able to tell that his guess was correct when he knocked his glasses off of the nightstand. Cursing, he bent, and regretted it immediately as the pain of his body pulsed. He was frozen, hunched over as he body radiated pain, his fingers brushing the edge of his glasses.
He remained in that position for a few long, immeasurable moments, before the pain passed enough that he was able to grab his glasses and put them on his face. Blinking several times as he adjusted, Andrew looked around the room once more.
He was clearly not in the hotel he had been in before, but the room felt...vaguely familiar. He felt like he’d seen that dresser before, and the bedframe of the bed...the wooden posts with the slate grey slightly warped paint...