Mitch’s POV:
“Miiiiiitttttcccchhhh…”
I turn my body to the side, slowly curling further into the soft pillow under my head. It smells like freshly washed linen, making my brow furrow a little. I haven’t done the washing yet this week.
“Do ya think he is okay?” I hear some muffled voices, but my brain can’t register from where or who just yet. There is a long pause and I can smell a bit of concern coming from the two warm bodies in the room. Why are there people in my flat?
“Miiiitch?” I hear the voice asking, this time coming closer and placing a hand on my back. The hand seems to shake my body slightly, causing me to groan.
“He isn’t waking up. Maybe we should leave him for a bit?” I hear another mumble from the other side of the room. The hand is still on my shoulder, but the so
