<div class="floatright">(http://i631.photobucket.com/albums/uu35/greytrail/Carterkilt_zpsfb43cb43.jpg)</div>Name: Carter<br/>Location: In the pool<br/><br/>It had been a long time.<br/><br/>So long in fact, that he had ignored the warning signs.<br/><br/>"Fuck," he groaned harshly as that nauseating vertigo crawled up his torso to strangle his brain. "Nice timing."<br/><br/>Face twisted up in pain, Carter was unaware of anyone around him, only able to weakly pull himself out of the pool and staggered into the house. He hoped the damn pills were in his spartan things so that no one freaked out to find him sacked out, unconscious. They were thankfully in his things and he took the pill dry before collapsing into the king bed to let the pain and vertigo subside.<br/><br/>If anyone were to check his half-clenched hand, the bottle read:<em>Take every two hours for migrane. Do not exceed 6 in a 24 hour period.</em>