Blythe's P.O.V.
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The first thing I thought when I woke up was that I should stop letting the club girls talk me into one more shot. One more shot seems to get thrown out at least ten times before it finally is the last one. Ugh, my head is throbbing, and I haven't even opened my eyes yet. I don't even remember coming to bed. The last thing I remember is Coco bringing me to Psy.cho's room and putting a trashcan next to the bed for me in case I threw up.
Oh my god, did I throw up?
My eyes snapped open at the thought, but then I quickly shut them. I groaned as I buried my face deeper into the blanket. Or, well, at least I thought it was a blanket at first. This is way too hard to be though.
"Your head hurt?" Psy.cho asked softly.
I nodd
