Shit. You knew something was very, very wrong even before you opened your eyes. Maybe it was the ringing in your ears or the pounding in your head. Maybe it was the fact that you couldn't move your arms or your legs. Or maybe it was the unfamiliar warmth coming from right next to you.

You opened your eyes only to realize that you had been tied to a bedpost in a dimly lit room. No windows, just a single flickering lightbulb hanging from the middle of the ceiling. As for the source of the warmth -- that was Keegan, tied up next to you.

His whole body was limp, hanging from the ropes the bound him to the same metal post as you. Blood was trickling from his wrists, that seem to have been rubbed raw from rope chafing. But he was alive, you breathed a sigh of relief when you saw his chest heaving with every labored breath.