The lighting was gray, and his head hurt like he’d been kicked by a horse. The rest of his body didn’t feel an awful lot better. Mike pried his eyes open and spent way, way too long trying to piece together that he was in the hotel room where they’d dropped half their gear. A warm body was about halfway wrapped around him. Kurt. Not that he wasn’t guiltily enjoying the heat of Kurt’s body against his aching muscles but nature called.
Mike made an attempt to scoot out from under Kurt’s grip. Kurt’s arm suddenly tightened around him.
“Ya’ awake?”
“Yes,” Mike answered.
“Like lucid and for real?”
“Uh, yes. Kurt, I need to take a leak.”
“Okay.” Kurt’s grip relaxed.
Mike sat up slowly and the room reeled. He gasped.
“As near as I can tell, you have a major concussion. You going to be sic
