I will never be the same without you...

Chapter 59

 song: Shirebound and Busking, "Pahintulot"

Why was the room spinning? That was odd, it wasn't supposed to be and I wished it would stop. Sunlight tickled my eyelids. I gingerly opened my eyes and light shot through my brain like a thousand tiny arrows. Bad idea. I turned away from the window, but the motion made my stomach churn unpleasantly and a wave of nausea hit me. Urgghhh. I felt like the inside of a public toilet.

"Oh good! you're awake!!"

It was like Zon's voice boomed across the room, amplifying along the way to resonate inside my skull at maximum volume.

"Ouch... please, not so loud... my head hurts. I feel so baaaad..."

Too sorry for myself to care, I whined shamelessly before squeezing my eyes shut again.

"It's just a little hungover, Sai."

"Little? There's nothing little about this... I've never felt this horrible. Ooooowwwwww."

He laughed at me, the wretch, while I just whimpered pitifully. His voice softened.

"OK, ok... I'm sorry. I didn't realise we had an emergency *whiny B*. I'll keep the teasing for later."

"A what?"

"A *whiny Baby*... that's what mom called it when we were young and whined because we felt crummy."

"I'm not a baaaby." My tone instantly contradicted my words.

"Hmmm, right. You're definitely not! Well, she'd make us feel better with cuddles. I guess you don't need that then..."

That sounded so nice that I wasn't beyond behaving like a five year old.

"Owww... yeeeeesss I do, I want cuddles. It hurts so much, I don't know if i'm going to make it."

He smiled, bent down to kiss my forehead and sat on the bed beside me.

"No need to be overly dramatic, sweetheart. I'm sure you'll pull through after some water and medicine."

Sweetheart? I was his sweetheart. My smile likely reached my ears at the sound of that. Urggghh, but smiling hurt. I mumbled a thank you and added a request for porridge. He caressed my cheek and brought me some water before heading to the store.

As I lay in bed, I thought about the previous evening; going out with that lot had been treacherous. I couldn't recall ever drinking this much at any point in my life. My memory of the evening was fuzzy; I could remember singing and ... wait... taking my shirt off?? Oh my god! What else did I do? Did we all dance to Lady Gaga? But why did I suddenly turn into an exibitionist...Owww, thinking hurt too. Oh dear. I stuffed my head under my pillow feeling slightly mortified. What must Zon think of me? The first time we went out with his friends and I acted like a doofus.

I got up slowly and headed to the bathroom. What I saw in the mirror was appalling; I looked rough and smelled even worse. Grossed out, I undressed and hopped in the shower, brushing my teeth under the stream of water. Feeling more like a human and less like a swamp creature, I dressed and stripped the bedding, which reeked of alcohol and sweat. Zon came back just as I was putting the sheets in the washer.

"I'll set the table while you finish, sweetheart."

"Sweetheart?" I arched an eyebrow and grinned at his flushed face.

"You're not feeling well... don't get used to it."

He grumbled his way to the kitchen, looking adorably awkward. Maybe I should get drunk more often... I instantly regretted that thought as my stomach lurched uncomfortably when I turned around too quickly. Nothing was worth experiencing this disgusting state ever again. Joining Zon at the table, I felt compelled to talk about the party.