When Viz woke up the next day, the first thing he did was hold his head. It felt like his head was about to split open, and his temples were pounding. He lay face down, his face buried in the soft pillow. He swore and forced himself to sit up. He leaned against the headboard and tried to recall the events of the previous night, but he couldn't remember anything.
He blacked out again after drinking too much last night.
He couldn't even remember how he got home or into bed. He checked himself. He was still intact. He had a small bruise on his elbow, probably from bumping into something while he was walking drunk. His knee and the middle of his shin hurt too. He might have hit some furniture or the stairs while going up to his room.
When he decided to drown his sorrows in alcohol last nigh
