Wes’s POV
I wake to a pounding headache, the rough roads and rumble of the engine not helping as I squeeze my eyes closed, wishing the abyss to take me back.
The silent chatter of my friends bringing me closer, drawing me back.
“Where are we?” I ask, my voice hoarse and quiet but bringing silence to the car no less.
“Wes?” Jiren asks, the shifting of bodies before one arrives beside me.
“We’re about an hour out” Beau replies, voice somber.
“Rest” Jiren whispers, “we’ll wake you when we get there”.
I sit up instead, the events of the day rushing back as my head falls to my hands.
I rub the heels of my hands to my eyes as I push the sleep from my body. . . Already knowing it won’t last long.
“Is everyone headed back?” I ask.
“Not quite” Lurther answers, slight wince in his voice ca
