Garrett groaned as he rolled over in his bunk. His body ached and he was freezing. His head pounded as he fought to lift himself up, causing his vision to swim.
"You alright in there, man?" he heard Jared ask as he pushed the curtain back.
"I feel like death, I mean literal death. What time is it?" He saw bright sunshine; it definitely wasn't the middle of the night anymore.
"It's almost noon. I was coming to check on you. We just pulled into Dallas. Did you want to see a doctor? Rick said if you do, we need to go now. If we're gonna have to cancel the show, we'll need to do it as soon as possible."
"Cancel the show, my ass," Garrett grumbled as he flung his feet over the side of the bunk and attempted to stand. He swayed and Jared reached out, grabbing him around the arms.
"You need
