Nat woke up on a metal floor with what felt like the hangover from hell. She’d been on some benders, like three-day epic benders, but had never felt like wanting to die quite so much.
Groaning, she pressed her forehead to the blessedly cool metal and kept her eyes closed. Rule one of hangovers, control the spinning and work on movement. With movement came the ability to find water and painkillers.
“Shhh…” a woman whispered as cool hands smoothed over the back of her neck.
“What the f**k!” Nat hissed, flinching to try and get away. She snapped her eyes open but the scene that resolved around her was not the tiny bathroom cubicle of her habit-pod. “s**t!”
Hangover or not, she jerked herself up and scuttled away from the woman bending over her. Her back hit something hard, a wall, and she
