As soon as Rey left I drifted off, then came awake several hours later with Hailey by my bedside and a cool towel placed on my forehead.
"Am I sick?" I mumbled as she dabbed my skin.
"Your temperature rose a bit. Probably because of the injury." She held out the thermometer which read 100F.
"I feel like I've been run over by a truck," I muttered, groaning whilst attempting to move my legs.
"What would you like to eat?"
"Nothing!"
Hailey brows furrowed as I exclaimed.
This was as bad as the hangover yesterday. The mere thought of food added to the queasiness in my stomach. My body aches, from my head to my toes. I wondered when it would all end.
Why do I keep getting bruised?
Two days before, I had fallen hard on my butt, got drunk with a terrible hangover yesterday and today
