Everything I've seen twice now it's time I realized it's spinning back around now
The morning sunlight was harsh to his eyes. His head pounded and his mouth felt dry. His stomach rumbled but he felt more like throwing up rather then eating. Tony stood up to do just that as his stomach turned over. He barely made it too the bathroom in time.
With the amount that had come up there must be nothing left in his stomach. He wasn't thinking clearly and his head still really hurt. In his current condition Tony decided to taek some bad advice some one had once given him. 'The best cure to a hang over is to drink more'.
Taking a step towards the kitchen Tony stumbled, his balance was shot. He caught himself on the sink and ended up staring in to the mirror. He looked like shit. His clothes were all messed up, his shirt torn and stained. But his face was the worst. A pained expression filled the mirror, from the pounding in his head. His head! There was dried blood all over his cheek and matted in his hair. He must have hit something, or been hit. Dizziness once again clouded his brain.
He couldn't think straight. How had this all occurred? He couldn't remember. Suddenly he felt very tired and his hands slipped from the sink. Tony hit the floor with a sickening thud. The world was blurry and object suddenly had identical twins. Were these the usual after effects of drinking? He couldn't think he couldn't remember. All he wanted to do was sleep. Sleep...
Wait! He had to know! He had to think! What was going on? "Jarvis...what...?" He choked out his brain not able to make any more words.
"You may have a concussion sir."
"Shit..." Tony's curse was more of a slur. He was losing consciousness fast. "Call..." The world went black.
