VIDA’S POV
My head is pounding like I went a few rounds with a boxer without protective headgear. My mouth felt like the Simpson Desert, and my eyes were like they were full of gravel.
I tried to sit up, only for my head to spin and my stomach to lurch. To my surprise and relief, a metal bucket was shoved in my face just as I emptied the contents of my stomach.
After I was done, I turned my blurry eyes to the person who had handed me the bucket. Kenny, and he did not look overly happy. He took the bucket from me and handed me a damp cloth.
What the hell happened? I couldn’t really remember much at all. We went to the capital looking for jobs, but I couldn’t find one; then we went into a pub for a drink, and the rest was hazy.
“How are you feeling?” Kenny asked, returning from the bath
