Alistair reluctantly opened his eyes. Everyone was gone, and he knew it... Of course, he still felt like shit and had absolutely no intention of getting up, but still. Loneliness is a bitch. He hauled himself up, cringing. His muscles felt like mush...
Alistair vividly recalled the past days events and immidiately laid himself back down. shit, he thought, maybe I should take up something a little less life-threatening... maybe pharmaceutical pursuits are more fitted to the life of one who would really rather not die young and beautiful.
