Ghost

Chapter Ninety

Spencers POV

Ah, my head. What the hell. I don't want to move. But my body fights my head as my eyes slowly open to reveal a ceiling.

Exciting.

I can feel that I'm surrounded by pillows, so we did fall asleep in the common room. Thank goodness we made sure there were a ton of pillows and blankets.

And Yelena. She's cuddled up to my side, still fast a sleep.

Also glad for that. She is going to hate herself when she does wake up.

I take a few more minutes, not wanting to move and not really having a reason to. I actually have more reasons to stay right where I'm at, the biggest one being how shitty I feel right now.

My eyes find the table that has a bottle of water annnd.. yup. A few pain pills. Don't mind if I do.

Sitting up; bad idea. I slowly adjust to the wooziness I got from sitting up. This might be a long ass day.

I chug some water and pop a few pills. I lay back down and Yelena cuddles right back up to me like I didn't move.

 I don't want to know what time it is.. No. I know what time it is. Time to fall back asleep.

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I'm awake again, but still have my eyes closed. It's quiet. There's no one talking or making breakfast or trying to watch tv. It's weird when no one else is here.

I do bring my eyes to open again. Huh. My head actually feels a lot better. Well, laying down anyway. I'll ease my way into the living, not trying to rush anything.

I almost wish I liked coffee. Everyone always has coffee when they have hangovers. I wonder if it really works. But not enough to actually drink some.

But Yelena likes coffee and she'll be hungry. And she'll be a hell of a lot worse than I am.

I'll give myself like ten more minutes, then I'll get up...

So it's half an hour later. Who is keeping track? Yelena is still sleeping. I literally had to check her pulse to make sure she was still alive.

She is.

And now I am in the kitchen. I started the coffee, hoping the smell would wake Lena so I didn't have to.

I'm also making some omelettes with hash browns and bacon, some of Yelena's favorites. Hopefully this will help ease the pain she's about to feel.

And that's her footsteps I hear walking towards the kitchen.

"Morning," she does not sound awake.

"Morning, Lena. I have some coffee just about ready for you, pain pills on the counter there, and some of your favorites," I say quietly as not to upset her head.

"Why are you so awake and not in pain?" She grumbles.

"That is because I don't know. I took some pills earlier and passed back out. Might have helped," I say as I bring her plate over, sitting next to her so we can eat.

"Humph," is all she responds with.

"I'm kind of surprised this is hitting you so hard. I've seen you way more dunk and you've been fine."

"I have no idea. I just have a headache that is killing me slowly. But this food and coffee are helping. Thank you."

"My pleasure. Just hope you feel even better sooner," I tell her, taking a drink of my orange juice.