SOMEONE WAS POUNDING on Reagan’s head with a sledgehammer. Heavy, insistent, and downright unbearable.
When the f**k did I have time to go out and get drunk?
The throbbing continued and seemed to get worse as Reagan forced his eyes open and a bright light hit his eyeballs.
“What the...” He blinked rapidly as he brought his arm up to press his palm to his forehead, searching for a way to dull the pain consciousness had brought.
“Ow!” Pain sliced through his ribs, and he hissed as his respiration increased and his heart beat a steady, heavy rhythm in his chest.
Reagan tried to get up from his supine position, but the nausea that accompanied the wave of pain proved too much to bear.
“Please don’t try to get up. We haven’t given you anything for the pain yet as we weren’t sure of your me
