Eric woke up with a start, a wave of nausea hitting him like a ton of bricks. He stumbled out of bed and made his way to the bathroom, barely making it in time before he threw up into the toilet. His head was pounding, and his body felt like it had been run over by a truck.
As he sat on the bathroom floor, trying to steady himself, his phone began ringing in the bedroom. He groaned, not wanting to move from his spot on the cold tiles. But as the ringing continued, he knew he couldn't ignore it any longer.
Dragging himself off the floor, Eric made his way to the bedroom and grabbed his phone from the nightstand. It was Savannah calling.
"E-Eric? Are you okay?" Her voice was filled with concern. "You didn't show up at my door this morning."
Eric tried to speak, but his throat felt raw an
