CHRISTIAN
I was feeling awful, my head throbbing and my stomach churning. The room was too bright, and I shut my eyes tightly against the stinging light. I tried to move but my body was heavy, weighted down by the alcohol coursing through my veins. I couldn't remember exactly what happened the night before, but I had a vague image of me and Daniel getting wasted at a club.
The memories were fuzzy, like trying to grasp smoke with my hands. I could remember stumbling through the club, the room spinning around me. I had been drinking, that much was clear. I rubbed my temples, trying to stave off the headache that was building behind my eyes. I tried to sit up, but the movement made me nauseous, and I slumped back against the pillows.
My mouth was dry and stale, and my tongue felt thick an
