In the Stranger's Shirt

~Freya~

A jackhammer. There had to be a literal heavy-duty jackhammer tearing through my skull right now. I groaned, the sound scraping against my dry throat like coarse sandpaper. There was no other way to explain the thunderous, blinding ache positioned directly behind my eyes, or the relentless, high-pitched ringing vibrating inside my ears. I shifted my weight on the mattress ever so slightly