He sits up, a little, moving as little as possible. There's a wall or a headboard behind him, enough to brace his back against. His head swims uncomfortably when he moves, but not as badly as when he was brought up the stairs--that must have happened, he thinks. He doesn't think he imagined it.
Still, this isn't Ada's house. She didn't have a lady boarder, last Tommy knew, and anyway, Ada would have been right there if he were in her home.
He takes the glass with a shaking hand, staring at it and the plastic sticking out of it.
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He sits up, a little, moving as little as possible. There's a wall or a headboard behind him, enough to brace his back against. His head swims uncomfortably when he moves, but not as badly as when he was brought up the stairs--that must have happened, he thinks. He doesn't think he imagined it.
Still, this isn't Ada's house. She didn't have a lady boarder, last Tommy knew, and anyway, Ada would have been right there if he were in her home.
He takes the glass with a shaking hand, staring at it and the plastic sticking out of it.