“What’re you talking about this time Martin?” Ariana said.
“You were putting on grey and black last night too.” He stated. “Forget it. Anyways, how do you feel” he asked.
“The world is spinning and I want to vomit, but yeah, I’m okay.” Her head pounded, sharp and heavy.
“You sure. You really don’t look okay to me” he pointed out.
Ariana rested her head in her hands and began to rub her temples, trying to massage away the headache. She winced, brows furrowed tight with pain. The headache, a familiar electric pain behind her eyes.
“I am not okay. Everything hurts so fvckin’ bad. My head feels like someone is banging it with a freakin’ hammer repeatedly and my whole body hurts, like I was involved in some man labor or something last night. It’s crazy. I feel crazy.
“Well, you did d
