Gotham Writers Write-In — 10/29/21 (prompt 2)
Jeff wakes up with an exploding headache. He slowly drags himself to the bathroom to search for Tylenol.
Still dark outside, he squints as he flicks on the bathroom light. He glances into the mirror and doesn’t recognize his own face. He’s wrapped in bandages and gauze. A mummified version of himself. He feels around on the counter for…