Sighing wearily, I lean Luka against the hallway wall for a moment, while I search in my purse for my hotel room key, listening as Luka coughs a little next to me.
—I beg you, please don't throw up in the hallway —I plead with Luka, looking up at him in fright.
With his eyes closed, looking very weak, Luka replies: —I never throw up when I drink... Claire...
Sighing softly, I prefer not to answer his words, since just less than 5 minutes ago, he was vomiting in one of the hotel bathrooms, and that was the reason why I decided to bring him to my room to rest. I can tell Luka has had too much to drink, it's time for him to get some sleep.
I am scared, I have no idea what I should do right now, I have never attended or been with a drunk person before, and I don't even remember what it was
