Richard’s POV
The world swam back into focus slowly, like a blurry painting coming into view. My head throbbed with a dull ache.
What the f**k happened after I passed out. I flung the duvet away from my body and was slightly relieved to see that I was still wearing the clothes I wore yesterday.
But I still felt strange, and knowing Tia, feeling relieved might be something that was too good to be true.
I blinked, trying to clear the haze in my mind. The room was silent, bathed in the soft morning light filtering through the window. I sat up slowly, wincing as a sharp pain shot through my skull.
"Richard?"
Her voice startled me. Tia sat by the window, a book in her lap. She looked up; her eyes wide with concern.
"Are you alright? You look terrible." She rushed to my side, placing
