Waking up is a special kind of torture when consciousness returns not with a gentle nudge, but with the sledge hammer certainty of a hagover. It’s a betrayal of the body, a revolt of every cell that had, just hours before, been cheerfully marinated in poison. For Ethel, the transition from oblivious sleep to agonizing awareness was a brutal affair. A low, guttural groan escaped her lips, a sound that seemed to vibrate through the very bones of her skull. She rolled onto her side, the cheap hotel sheets sticking unpleasantly to her skin, and the movement sent a fresh wave of nausea rolling through her stomach. Her head, however, was the main event. It didn't just ache; it felt monumental, as if the entire, crushing weight of Mount Everest had been carefully balanced right between her nose. She brought a trembling hand to her forehead, her fingers cold against her clammy skin. Beneath her touch, she could feel a rhythmic, pounding thud, a sickening drum beat that echoed the f
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