“Why do none of you warn me that blood highs have consequences?” I moaned as I vomited out the door of the car for the third time on our way home.
“Why did you get cheeky and decide to drink that wine?” Rory asked. I groaned.
“Don't remind me, you, you.. cad.” I moaned as more of the strange watery liquid poured from my stomach. Rory had ended up sneaking a bottle of wine into the celebration after the humans had started to trickle out, crying out that we needed to toast to the 'Nurse's' incarceration (sort of). I ended up helping him drain the bottle.
“Don't blame me.” Rory snickered. “Nobody made you drink it.”
“Carys are you alright?” Alexandre approached the car from outside.
“Watch it! Wine vomit. It's gross.” I called, holding the sides of the car. I heard Cornelius'
