Chapter 8: Clint HillySun bled into Clint Hilly’s eyes, waking and blinding him. He couldn’t stretch or sit up from the blanket under him. He felt as if every ounce of energy had been sucked out of his body. It felt as if he had spent last night at an all-you-can drink pool party. A woozy sensation in his gut; his stomach tumbled in every direction, warning that he was just about to throw up on the blanket at any second. He blinked a number of times, pushing his headache away, and attempted to stay motionless on the cotton material, with his eyes closed, but awake, and thought to himself, Shake this off. Shake this. Shake this off.
He kept his eyes closed because he didn’t want to go blind from staring into the ball of heated sun. His mouth fell open and he realized how dry the back of hi
