Lewis's POV

I open my eyes, only to see an unfamiliar ceiling.

I sit up and look around. It's dark here with just a night lamp for light. But still, I manage to recognize things. The room looks unfamiliar too.

Where am I exactly?

I remember I was drinking at the bar. How come I suddenly get transported to this place? Or is this a room in my dream? It doesn't look like a ward either... Questions and questions clog my mind. But before I can answer any of them, my brain begins to ache.

Well, relax. I'm not going to die. I think it's just the hangover. I need some water to sober myself up.