The pounding in Neville's skull made him dizzy in pain, and he kept burying his face deeper in what should've been his soft, fluffy, and dry pillow. But as he buried his face longer, it was suspiciously cold and damp against his cheek.
Wait.
Damp?
Neville's eyes snapped open, but then immediately regretted the decision as bright morning light stabbed through his retinas. He squeezed them shut again, but not before catching a glimpse of his surroundings that sent alarm bells to his brain cells.
"NO!"
Neville scrambled upright in panic, his head swimming from the sudden movement. He stared in horror at the sight of the disaster. His bed looked like someone had dumped an entire aquarium onto the mattress.
