"No, you're alri-- "

His eyes snapped open (one to only half-mast thanks to the bruising), and he jerked his head up to look down at her.

"Wh-- "

That caused the pleasant sensation of being slugged in the head with a sledgehammer, and a rolling wave of nauseau in his gut.

Wincing through it, he laid his head back again, trying to keep whatever was in his belly down, and searching hard for memories of last night.

"Christ."