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“Oh, what the hell? Ouch,” Honi moaned. His head wasn’t just sore, it ached like a motherfucker. When he rubbed the skin, his fingers touched a knot the size of an egg on the back of his skull. He hissed and pulled his hand back. Squinting one eye open, he looked at his fingertips. Thank God, no blood. What had happened? And to quote the old cliché, where was he?
He opened both eyes and slammed them shut immediately. Too bright! Right, let’s try this another way. His fingers felt fabric next to his legs. So he was on what, a sheet? He ran both hands over his body to make sure he wasn’t hurt anywhere else. What the—? He inhaled in shock, then both eyes flew open again. He braced himself against the pain. This was more important! Where the hell were his pants?
Honi carefully turned his
