I sat up, and my head exploded.
“Farrrrrk!” I swore softly into the darkness. All I could see was black. Was I blind, or just somewhere really, really dark?
Collapsing back onto cold concrete, I tried to think. Pain from the head-explosion obscured everything. So I gave a mental kinda shrug, and gave up. Chances were that thinking wouldn’t help me anyway. It never had before. I tried to sleep.
And whaddya know, I succeeded. Coulda been minutes or days, but I woke from a dream of being chased by a huge green bear with fangs dripping poison. I think I’d prefer the bear to whatever the hell I’ve gotten myself into here. I’m going down, that I know. How? Dunno, but it won’t be pretty.
“Ahh, Wen,” I whispered, “You ain’t gonna rescue me outta this shitfight, are ya?”
I sat there in the dark and wished I’d had the decency to leave Wen the hell alone and face this like a man, by myself. But I was still wondering if maybe she’d burst in and save me. She’s good at that.
I shook myself all over, pulled myself together. Then I crawled over the cold concrete til I ran headfirst (bloody typical) into a wall. Ignoring the screams from my head, I carefully stood up and peed against the wall. Life wasn’t too bad if you could take a piss.