Davian's POV
"Ughhhh, oh my god, I feel so dead. Was I crushed by a vending machine?" I crone in pain as I wake up from my trippy, LSD-like nightmare, my head pounding as if I was stampeded by Mardi Gras attendees.
Blood rushes from my head as I sit up on a bed, squeezing my eyes shut as my body adjusts.
"Why a vending machine?"
I tilt my head to the side noticing Ascanius sitting at the corner of Invidian's bed with a puzzled look. Despite his light-hearted question, the man looks like he has been brooding for the past five hours. I scan the room, relieved that I'm back here, somehow. Vanitas and Ascanius must have come to save our asses when- when did they come? I try to think about when but I must have passed out after being skewered by my lovely ex-psychiatrist.
"I read a statisti
