The next morning, I experienced my first hangover in my life. I woke up in Lyall’s bed with him and Philip. I had no clue how I’d gotten there.
Bottles clanked as I groaned and sat up. I vaguely remembered Philip finding us a few drinks in and we both goaded him into joining us. I didn’t remember much after that. Flashes of memory. Nothing solid.
“I feel like I got run over by a dozen semi-trucks.” Philip groaned as he rolled and held onto Lyall.
“Hush, babe. I think they all live in my head now.” Lyall muttered.
“Not to ruin this intimate moment, but I don’t remember how I got here.” I chuckled, then winced as it reverberated in my head.
Their eyes flew open and they looked over at me. I could tell they didn’t know either. That wasn’t good.
I looked down and saw that my chest
