Ryan Lucas McMillan Jr.
When I awoke, I was in the office clinic. I had no idea how much time had passed, but it still appeared to be daytime. The light shining in from the windows hurt my eyes. I tried to get up, but my head was pounding and I felt unsteady on my feet.
I managed to wobble over to the bathroom and then stood in front of the sink. I looked into the mirror and, for a moment, I did not recognize myself. I was pale. Very pale. I looked worse than I felt, but I knew I could not go home in this state. I splashed some water onto my face and it helped a little. I stared at my reflection, wondering how the hell I got here.
I tried to remember what happened before, but I could not recall anything beyond the moment when I was sitting at my desk, drinking. There were bits and piece
