Chapter 35 - Sandstorm
“Jas.”
Several soft touches on my cheek move my head. The simple contact makes the stabbing pain in my brain begin to throb; I want to stay in the dark for much longer.
“Come on, wake up,” I snarl, pushing the hand away from me, even though my body feels as if an invisible force is holding it down on the spongy surface where I am lying. “If you don't open your f*****g eyes now, I'm going to get some hot water and throw it on you.”
Oh, damn it. I move my eyelids with great effort, thanking that the light isn’t too strong. However, it takes me a couple of minutes to focus, to remember where I am and how the hell I got here. I’m terribly aware of other pains in other parts of my body, which only increases my confusion.
“Nate?” My raspy voice hurts my throat. “What
