SPECULATION
When my eyes flutter open, Ethan is checking my pulse. It takes a minute for me to become aware that I’m in his apartment on the floor. My eyes land on a bottle of bourbon. I feel my hair, and I realize it’s damp with vomit. Suddenly, I panic. “What’s happened to me?”
I hear Ethan’s soothing voice. “It appears that you had gotten into the liquor and polished off the whole bottle of bourbon.” His eyebrows are close together, revealing his concern. “Is there something you want to tell me?” His face takes on an agitated edge. He’s upset.
I grab my head. My temples are throbbing. “I don’t know,” I cry, grossed out by how I must look.
“Let me get you in the shower.”
Tears brush my cheeks. “Alright,” I choke out.
He picks me up into his arms and I wince, knowing how gross I mus
