Morgan felt the blow to the back of his head and almost couldn't believe it was actually happening. Next thing he knew, everything had gone black.
What felt like ages later, Morgan struggled to open his eyes. The world in front of them was blurry and out of focus. He moaned lightly as he reached a hand up to hold his head.
"I'm gonna kill that son of a--" but another wave of pain overtook his head and his threat was cut off.
With his free hand, Morgan propped himself slowly on an elbow in an effort to stand up. His vision was clearing, but it was taking it's time.
"Someone stop the damn carnival ride," he muttered.