GREYSON'S POV.

I opened my eyes and looked around my surroundings. This was my room, but I didn't remember coming home myself, so how did I get here? I wondered. Drips were connected to me, and my head was banging hard as fuck as I tried to remember what the incident had been, that I was laying down in bed, receiving medical attention.

I turned my head to look at the time and I saw that the time was 8 am. I sat up on my bed and attempted to move around, but I was still connected to the drip, so I couldn't move around much. I saw my phone...