Everything hurt.<br/><br/>Alex woke up with that thought and the burning feeling of pain in the forefront of his mind. Where were his fucking painkillers, anyway?<br/>Last night they had still been on the nightstand, so he blindly grabbed over there, grabbing a few things that definitely weren't pill bottles before sighing.<br/><br/>This was Ethan's doing, definitely.<br/><br/>He cursed, standing up slowly and still pretty wobbly, but at least on his own. Depending on others just wasn't his style. And especially not depending on help from people who took away his pills.<br/><br/>The trip to the bathroom was an event, he struggled to do the basics, but eventually he managed to get ready, throwing on a bathrobe over his boxers before stumbling towards the kitchen, where he hoped that stupid<i>thief</i>would be.