10
“Are you Bert?” I hear Mira’s voice again as I wake up.
“Yes,” Bert responds. “Thank you for calling me, Mira. Nice to meet you. How did Darren get hurt?”
I open my eyes.
“He—”
“Wait, I think he just opened his eyes,” Bert cuts off Mira’s explanation.
“Darren,” she says, looking at me worriedly. “How are you feeling?”
I examine myself.
I’m hooked up to a monitor and have an IV in my arm, but the effects of the drug they gave me must’ve worn off. My head is throbbing again. But it doesn’t seem to be as bad as before, which could be remnants of the medication, or a result of healing. I’m not sure which it is. The whole thing still feels a lot like a hangover, but at least the nausea has lessened, and having my eyes open doesn’t make me feel like I have icepicks piercing my temples
