Chapter 12A happy ending should not have such a painful hangover.
Jarrett dragged himself out of the bunk in the morning and into the cabin’s tiny bathroom. His head felt as if a big man with a hammer was trying to smash his way out, and his stomach apparently had a lot of querulous ferrets in it.
Without disturbing Marc, he showered, put on some clean clothes, and headed out to find something to revive him.
The ship was quiet, everyone else probably as hungover as Jarrett after last night, and he made it to the mess deck without having to talk to anyone. All he took from there was a big bottle of water. Food and coffee would have to wait until his gut settled down. He took the water, set out to go to the bridge, and ran right into Ivin coming the other way. Ivin stepped back.
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