Chapter Five
Her first moments of consciousness were accompanied by a throbbing ache that pounded relentlessly through her forehead. Jessica groaned into her pillow. Her mouth and throat felt unbearably dry and she coughed and instantly regretted it when an even deeper pain shot through her head.
With another low groan, she flipped to her back. The movement launched new waves of pain and another tickle in her throat. She coughed again, only to feel as if someone had banged her over the head with a sledgehammer.
“Oh, God,” she cried, overwhelmed by the pain and disgusted by the taste in her mouth. She smacked her lips around some strange and fuzzy combination of the sandwich she had eaten before bed and the shots she had taken at the concert.
It was enough to make her promise to never d
