—Killian—
I blink my eyes.
It hurts. But why?
I try again.
Fuck, it’s the sun causing the pain.
There’s a ringing in my ear. I can’t figure it out and every muscle hurts when I try.
“Uncle Killian… Uncle Killian?” The voice is getting closer. The ringing is a voice, and my name is being called. “Uncle Killian”
I open my eyes, barely able to make out that it’s Will. “Will?” My voice is hoarse, and when I swallow, my throat burns. Tequila, vodka, strip poker—it’s all coming back to me now like a slap between the eyes.
"Yes, it's me. Momma said to tell you that you need to get up and that daddy's making breakfast. She also said to get your wife, whose your wife Uncle Killian?" He asks looking at me with a confused expression on his face.
Oh f**k, Kate mus
