Chapter Fifteen

When Neil woke up, he was feeling very poorly. His body ached, his throat was scratchy, and his mouth dry. A glass of water sat beside his bed, alongside a bowl that Neil suspected was there in the likelihood he vomited. Surprisingly, though, he smelled bacon.

Gingerly, Neil sipped the water beside his bed, testing out just how sore his throat was, before draining the glass. That did seem to help his entire body, not just the throat. He needed a lot more of that.

Not knowing who was in the kitchen, Neil decided going in his underwear was probably not the best course of action. He managed to pull on his trousers, undershirt, and his button up, but it didn’t get totally buttoned. He stumbled down the hall to relieve himself, then into the kitchen.