Ryan's POV
Ryan was going to die.
There was no doubt about it and he already knew what was going to end him.
The drums playing loudly in his head were clearly going to be his cause of death. If they did not do the job. Then all of the other aches and pains in his body would form a union and take him down.
How in the world could every single part of him, even his hair ache?
Just a few short months ago the party lifestyle had been something that Ryan enjoyed. He had been able to party for hours on end and still be as fresh as can be the following day.
So why in the world did he feel as though he had been run over by a truck? Groaning in pain Ryan tried to get back to sleep but found that he could not. His bladder was requesting immediate attention.
