CLAIRE
I wake up the following morning with a cold and a pounding headache. My eyes are watery, my nose is stuffy, and my chest is heavy, but that's probably due to what happened between Erik and me last night. Oh god, I feel like I'm going to die.
And not just because of embarrassment, but because of this cold. I try standing up, but I wince as a sharp pain shoots in my head. It feels like a drill is digging in my brain.
I lie back down, slowly, and then close my eyes. Unfortunately, that doesn't seem to do any good either. I touch my forehead and realize that I'm a little hot.
I don't think I can work today. But first, I need to tell my father that I'm sick. I just have to figure out how to get out of this stupid bed.
I take my time because every time I move, I am sure my head is go
