G AND BRYCE SLEPT THE sleep of the dead after a warm shower and a hearty breakfast.
Sometime during his deep sleep G was jolted awake. Someone was punching the wall of the Aussie’s room.
What the hell?
He put his ears on the wall, assessing what was going on in the next room. There seemed to be no-one there but Bryce.
G jumped out of bed and banged on Bryce’s door. No answer. He took matters into his own hands and picked the lock. Opening the door wide, he found Bryce awake, shaken by his own screaming. He was drenched in sweat, his breathing ragged, and his fists were bleeding from bashing the wall.
Bryce sat on the edge of the bed and inspected the damage he had done to his knuckles.
Genuinely concerned, G asked, ‘Wanna talk about it?’
Bryce excused himself to splash water on his
