Lokie woke up with a splitting headache. Her hands quickly reached for her head as a soft cry escaped her lips. She forced herself into a sitting position on the bed, blinking slowly, surprised to find herself in her own room.
The familiar walls stared back at her. She didn't remember much of what happened last night except the part where she drank herself to stupor.
"f**k!" She cursed at the pain that settled deeper in her head from moving too recklessly. Her fingers pressed hard against her temples.
Gently, she set her bare feet on the cold tile floor. The chill spread up through her soles but did nothing to ease the pounding in her head or the tight ache in her chest.
She spotted medication and a glass of water on the nightstand. Whoever left it there had thought of her.
She gra
