Chapter 39 Frenchtips

• Jaxon groaned as his eyes fluttered open. He lay still, staring up at the ceiling, trying to blink away the blur clouding his vision. A dull throbbing pounded in his skull, and as he pushed himself upright, the pain intensified.
• “Arghh,” he gritted out, cradling his head in his hands. Squeezing his eyes shut didn’t help much, but he tried anyway.
• ‘I need peppermint tea,’ he thought, yanking the duvet off his body. Moving to the edge of the bed, he sat still for a moment before reaching for his phone on the bedside table.