Mira/Allen
Racing to the bathroom on wobbly feet was not as bad as the unbearable nausea that woke Mira up. Her head was pounding harder as she kneeled in front of the sink fetching.
“f*****g hell…!” she cussed weakly.
“I'm never drinking again”
“I hope you keep this promise” Came a chiding tone.
Allen had just walked in with a tray holding a small covered jade bowl. He heard Mira vomiting and hurried over only to hear her say that.
Rather than replying, she stood up and flushed away her mess before rinsing her mouth with water, gargling her sour throat.
“Use the white brush. It's new, for you,” Allen told her and left the bathroom to let her do her business. He hung a shirt and a pair of shorts on the doorknob for her to change into.
Mira felt a bit better after the warm bath,
