"Urgh," I groan. My head is pounding. My skull feels like it's being ripped open.
"About time you woke up." I can hear my sister's voice. I try to open my eyes but I instantly change my mind. This is the worse migraine I've ever had.
"Where am I?" the quick glance I got of the room confirmed I wasn't at home.
"You're at the hospital." She replies. Just then I hear the door open and more sounds float in. I groan and curl up more on the bed.
The sound slowly disappears and I hear a new voice. "Good evening, I'm Dr Paresh. I see you're awake. How are you feeling Ms Daniels?"
"Urgh." Please go away, I think. I don't need any more sounds. "No."
"I see, you're experiencing a hangover. Your sister brought you in last night. There were traces of drugs in your system. She said that your drink
