Chapter 8Later in the week, Adrian woke with a throbbing headache and a sore throat. The room swam before his eyes as he stumbled to the bathroom. s**t, he didn’t have time to be sick.
He tried getting dressed, but lifting a foot off the floor had him tumbling into the wall. With a curse, he got back into bed again.
The next time he woke, he was drenched in sweat. His head was still pounding, and he wished he’d brought a water bottle to bed. Rolling off the mattress, he kept a hand on the wall as he made his way to the kitchen. He swallowed a couple of pills and drank a glass of water before heading to the couch. He was only going to rest for a little bit before he changed the sheets.
It was dark outside when he came to. He must’ve slept for hours. His teeth were chattering and his eyes
