FRAT LINE|Year 2&3-KNJ✔️

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Malia wakes up dehydrated and sweating with a hangover. The first thing that she does when she wakes up is start to dry heave.

Yoongi quickly grabs the garbage and holds it as she throws up into it. He pulls her hair out of the way for her last couple of heaves.

When she's finished, she lays back down and wipes her mouth. Her throat is raw, beyond it. Her body aches and she feels like shit.

Malia looks at Yoongi, a little confused as to why he's there.

"I was driving back to campus and I saw you. You were hypothermic, intoxicated and stumbling down the street so I brought you home. I wasn't sure if you'd throw up and choke or... stop breathing so I stayed to make sure you'd be okay. I'm sorry if you're uncomfortable. I'll go. I just didn't want to leave you while you were like that and you didn't want to go back to your friends."

"Oh... thank you." She replies quietly as she sits up. It hurts to do. All of her core and back muscles are sore. Malia looks at him as her face warms with embarrassment. She gulps to soothe he dry, aching throat. "I'm sorry... you had to see me like that. That's embarrassing."

Yoongi shrugs. "It's alright. Everybody has their days.. or nights. Can't say I haven't had a few of them myself. Nobody's perfect."

"Right." She nods once. She looks down at her clothes and Yoongi opens his mouth as she glances back up at him.

"You were soaked and going delirious. I had to get you warm before your hypothermia got worse and you needed medical intervention." Yoongi explains. "You dressed yourself as much as you could but you were started to kind of lock up. Hence the muscle pain."

Malia nods in understanding. She knows about hypothermia and how it works. She just never through that she'd be the one to experience it.

"I feel terrible."

"My friend's a nurse. The one that lives over here. I was going to call him to come over and make sure that you're okay. But I wanted to wait until you woke up for that."

"He's a nurse? Or he's in the nursing program?" Malia asks.

"He's a nurse. He's got his degree. He's just going  back for paramedic training."

"Oh. How old is he?" Malia asks, not being able to figure that out in her head.

"21. Is it okay if I call him?"

She nods and he thanks her before stepping out. Thanks her for what, she doesn't know. She's the one being helped after her episode yesterday. She doesn't know what else to call it. And she can only remember bits and pieces.

She knows she walked down those stairs. She knows she was outside.

Did I get in the pool? She wonders. Based on the smell of her skin, she knows that she did. Ulch, where's my phone? Janae's probably blowing me up. Xavier's going to kill me. Tyrell and Hakeem are never going to let me out of their sight again.

She doesn't blame any of them for not watching her. She did tell them that she'd stay in the room and Janae did tell her to come get one of them if she wasn't feeling okay. Instead, she found a bottle under Midas's bed and got drunk.