Summary[]
Apparatus [ap-uh-rat-uh-s] noun: any complex instrument or mechanism for a particular purpose.
The story of Frederick Cantrell by Rebc29.
Prologue[]
You woke up in a cold sweat, after having a horrible nightmare. You had a splitting headache. Your throat was raw, your lips were chapped and you desperately needed a glass of water. You took a couple of deep breaths, waiting for your still pounding heart to settle from its panic.
You attempted to climb out of bed, but your sweaty skin clung to the sheets and you ended up falling to the ground face first with a loud thud. You would probably have a bruise within the hour, with the way your shoulder stung.
And then, of course, the girl of your dreams comes running in. "Are you okay? I heard a noise and- oh!" You had failed to realize that you were only in your boxers until after she had quickly left, leaving you with a strong blush on your face.
Dear gods, you felt it deep in your bones, it was going to be a terrible day.