Chapter 13
WHEN I WOKE, I COULDN’T bring myself to even open my eyes. Everything hurt.
I’d watched movies and read human books about waking up after a hangover, and with their descriptions in mind, I began to catalogue my symptoms.
Pounding headache. Check.
Dry mouth, inability to swallow. Check.
Will to live... yeah, not high.
I grunted. I forced myself to sit up, though it took some rolling, some groaning, and some overall embarrassing behavior. I felt like a fish, flopping on the deck of a ship. I was surprised not to hear Courtney laughing at my struggle. That only reiterated how pathetic I really was, if Courtney herself couldn’t even tease me.
By the time I was sitting at the edge of my bed, sweat had popped on my brow and my heart pounded like I’d run a marathon. I wanted to
