Tia
The pounding in my head was relentless. As soon as I opened my eyes, regret slammed into me just as hard as the hangover. My mouth is dry, my limbs feel heavy, and my stomach twisted painfully. I groaned, forcing myself to sit up.
Bad idea!!
The room spun, and I had to squeeze my eyes shut to stop the nausea from overwhelming me. I swallowed thickly before rushing to the bathroom, barely making it in time before I emptied the contents of my stomach. The sharp acidity burned my throat, and I winced as I leaned against the cool porcelain sink, trying to steady myself.
God, I am never drinking again.
After a few minutes, I managed to rinse my mouth and splash cold water on my face. Though it didn’t help much. I still looked like death warmed over. My skin is pale, my eyes bloodshot,
