Sixty one

Byron's Point of View

"Ugh," I moaned as I woke up. Damn, my head is killing me. Sigh, maybe I drank too much alcohol last night.

I was about to stand up when I felt a sudden ache at my back. Goodness, what's this? What did I do last night to go through this? I closed my eyes and carefully lied down, but when I heard footsteps, I immediately opened my eyes. Who the fuck, entered my room?

I sat down, "Huh?" I tilted my head, "James?"

James was my friend when we were kids until now. You may call it a "childhood friend". Anyway, going back to my concern, what is he doing here? I don't remember that I was with him last night... oh! I was with him at the bar!

He smiled and put the food tray at the side table, "Are you okay? Is there any pain in your body?"

Hmm? There's nothing... my back, my back hurts. But why did he ask if there's any pain in my body? Did I complain about it last night? Oh, gosh, that's embarrassing, man.