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Jordan's POV I woke up with the worst hang over ever. After Kennedy and I left the strip-club last night. We came home and I took shot after shot.
I guess it was the excitement of making it into the new year. It was all fun and games last night but is my head was pounding.
Happy fucking New Year to me.
I suddenly felt nauseated. I flew up from the bed a bit too fast which caused me to stumble and fall backwards onto the bed with a cry.
Kennedy came barging in looking frantic. "Vomit.", I muttered motioning towards the trash can. She quickly grabbed it and I held it as I emptied my guts in it. She waited until I was done by rubbing my back soothingly.
"Why did you drink so much Jordan?", she asked in a soft tone in which a mother would speak to their child.
A minute later Kennedy left the room after ensuring I was okay. She then returned with mouth wash and a glass of water for me to freshen up.
I felt dirty. So I slowly got up and walked to the bathroom holding the trashcan and Kennedy for support.
Upon entering the bathroom I brushed my teeth, emptied the can and I decided to take a hot shower to release some tension and probably lower my nausea. Kennedy left the bathroom to go make me something to eat though I didn't feel like eating.
I showered quickly and got dressed in comfortable clothing and went back to sleep.
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My bed was moving and then I realized I was being shaken awake.
I slowly opened my eyes and the room was dark. Kennedy must have pulled the drapes. My digital clock said 5:30 PM.
Damn. I was out cold.
"I made you some chicken soup. I came in earlier but you were asleep so I just reheated it.", she stated sitting beside me and handing me the tray.
I placed the tray on the bed and hugged her my eyes getting watery. "Thank you. I don't know how I would cope without you.", I said to her as she hugged me back.
She stayed with me until I finished the soup and took the tray and empty bowl downstairs.
My head felt much better but I still felt a bit nauseous . I popped a tic tac into my mouth and I decided to check social media.
I had a new friend request on Instagram. I opened it and realized it was from Tyson. He was a verified account and for whatever reason. I accepted.
Not a minute later he DM'd me. I didn't feel like opening the message. So I dragged my notifications menu down and read the message.
"I hope you're okay. Last time I saw you. The circumstances weren't the best." I was appreciative of his concern but I didn't want to dwell on what happened that night.
