Chapter 5
The following morning Clayton woke up feeling as though his head was in a vice that was slowly being screwed tighter and tighter. He could feel his skull splitting and knew if he didn’t do something about it, his brains would explode all over the pillow. He staggered to the bathroom, only opening his eyes fleetingly to get his bearings. He soon learned the disadvantages of this blind man’s stagger when he knocked into the wall, and then caught his elbow on the door jamb. The sharp burst of pain was swiftly followed by a collection of words no nun had ever heard. Despite his injury, he soon located the painkillers and took three of them, just to be sure. After relieving himself in the toilet, he shuffled back to bed and collapsed onto the mattress; the action sending spears of pa
