Kat turned over, and then wished that she hadn’t. Her head pounded so hard, she wondered if someone had taken to it with a pair of steel-toed boots. She clutched her temples and groaned. The sound reverberated in her skull and made her headache worse. It also seemed to echo all the way down to her stomach, causing it to tilt sharply to one side.
Oh, f**k. I’m going to throw up.
Every movement hurt like hell, but she had to get to the bathroom. Forcing her feet to the floor, she got up, swaying and unsteady. That was when she realized that she was in her own bedroom, and she stared around her, totally confused.
What the ever-loving Christ? How did I get here?
Her stomach lurched again, and she lost all interest in how she got home. All that mattered right this second was puking somewher
