I'm naked...
When did I undress?
Operating limbs and spine in a series of complex manoeuvres designed to sit me upright without spilling me from the bed, I reach for the juice, gulping down a glass and then another. My throat blesses me but my stomach somersaults.
As I reach for the water instead, Michael stirs, raising a trembling hand to his forehead.
“Oh, fuck...”
After a moment he wipes down his face with a palm and his eyes peel open.
“There's…” My lips are sticking together. I lick them and try again. “There’s juice by the bed.”
He jolts, his head jerking my way then stopping in mid-movement. Moving with exaggerated caution, he sits up. As he pours a glass of juice, he looks across. “Next time I suggest going on a bender with you, remind me not to.” His face is sallow, his eye
