Charlie grunted, standing up as he shielded his eyes from his eyes from the sun. He held his head that was really aching him. It felt like a thousand drummer were drumming on his head.

Opening the door, Evan entered his brother's room. He had expected to see him in the situation he was and so he wasn't surprised. He was holding a tray with a bowl of soup and walking to Charlie's bed, he dropped it.

"Morning", he greeted, slightly stirring the soup.

Charlie barely said a word as he grunted again.

"Close the damn curtains", he said in a muffled sound bringing the soup closer to himself.

Evan...