C37 Johnatahn

Vincent threw back a handful of pills, drinking them down with a glass of frigid ice water. His body was still sore, his hair damp from a recent shower.

He slacked hunched over the kitchen counter, breathing the pain out through his nose. In and out, in and out, until eventually he could drive the discomfort from his thoughts. The painkillers he'd received weren't strong, but he didn't need much