Anna
"Hey! Did you get enough sleep?" I ask in a calm tone when Patrick opens his eyes. He looks confused as he scans his body under the sheets. "Argh!" I sigh in frustration and pull away from the bed.
"How?!" He mumbles but I just wave him off.
Last night, Patrick messed up the whole place with his vomit everywhere. At first, I thought maybe it would be best to just ignore him but seeing how he struggled to breathe and staggered, I had to do something.
Anderson didn't open up when I knocked on his door and so did Eleanor.
I had to pull Patrick myself and get him a nice bath and it was exhausting considering how big he is. I almost bruised myself trying to bathe his drunk ass.
He fell to the ground when we got out.
I couldn't do it anymore.
So, I had to make him sleep without
