6
Max
When I wake up, I’m alone in bed. It’s still dark in the room and outside, but there is light coming from the bathroom. As I get out of bed I hear the distinct sound of retching. Oh, ew. I didn’t think Ethan had that much to drink.
I open the bathroom door and Ethan is sitting next to the toilet, holding on tight. He doesn’t seem to realise I’m here until I’m kneeling right next to him.
“How long have you been up?” I touch his arm, his skin feels almost like ice.
“I don’t know.” His eyes get wide and he leans up, but then slumps down again. He closes his eyes, his breathing careful.
I pull a towel from the heater and wrap it around him. Then I sit on the edge of the bath, looking at him.
“Don’t stare at me.” His voice is weak as he tries to glare at me.
“Sorry, don’t mean to.
