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Yes, it's another short one.

Chapter five

I wake up to a pounding headache and aching limbs. It feels like my head's on fire. I guess that's what I get for trying to drink my emotions away.

For several minutes, I simply lay there, my eyes still closed, because I know exactly what I'll have to face when I finally do get out of bed. I'll have to face the fact that I failed again. I'll have to get ready for work. I'll have to choke down half of a cereal bar for breakfast and then I'll have to get through a full shift of dead bodies. Actually, with my luck, I'll probably get stuck with a double shift.

But I don't really have a choice.

I let a loud groan out into my pillow before finally sitting myself up and swinging my legs over the edge of the bed. Then, I finally let my eyes open.

And I'm very confused.

This is not my bedroom... or my apartment for that matter.

I look around frantically, trying to figure out where I am. Trying to remember what happened last night. I remember getting wasted at the bar, and then I went home and got even more wasted, then... I don't remember. I do remember what I had been planning to do. The fact that I'm still here tells me that I failed... just like I always do.

A gentle knock on the door makes me jump and I tumble off the bed onto the floor with a loud thump.

I hear a muffled voice call through the door, "Danny? Are you alright?"

It takes me a minute to recognize Mac's voice. What the hell am I doing at Mac's place?

"Danny?' Mac calls again. I see the door knob start to turn and I panic. I can't honestly say why I start to panic, but I can feel my heart speed up to the point that I can feel it pounding in my chest.

"I'm fine, Mac." I call out, disgusted with the way my voice cracks, revealing my emotions.

I listen carefully for a response. For a while, I hear nothing but silence, then soft footsteps leading away from the door. I let out a sigh of relief and lift myself off the floor. Looking around, I spot a familiar duffel bag. Mac must have packed it for me, because I don't remember doing it. I rifle through it, quickly pulling out a clean set of clothes. I look through the bag a little more, seeing what all Mac packed for me. There are a couple more sets of clothing and all the necessary toiletries. Oddly enough, my razor seems to be missing though. I don't really give it much thought.

After changing into the fresh set of clothes, I grab my toothbrush and quietly slip out of the guest room and into the bathroom.

I really hope Mac isn't too mad at me.

Guys, I'm really sorry I haven't been updating very often. Under no circumstances am I going to be giving up on any of my stories, but I do have several things over the summer that will require me to be away from a computer for several days at a time, so the wait between updates may become kind of a regular thing... Sorry. However, while I am away, I will continue to write in my notebook. That way I can update right when I get home. :)

Just so you know, the only reason I made this chapter so short is because I want the conversation that is to follow to be from Mac's POV.

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