{Boris Pavlikovsky Imagines}

Tolerance

ukochany = beloved/darling.
Krasotka = gorgeous

Warnings: throwing up, cursing, pills, alcohol

"I'm sorry Krasotka," Boris apologized, pulling my hair back and out of my face.

A minute later, when I finished throwing up, Boris helped my lean against the wall.

"It's not your fault," I said, reaching up to flush the toilet.

"It is, I should have known that you don't have as well of a tolerance as me," he shook his head before burying it in his palms.

"God, I'm such a fucking idiot!" He partially yelled, slamming his fist on on the bathroom counter.

I flinched and he saw.

"Am sorry ukochany, did not mean to scare you," he said, caressing my cheek.

"You're fine," I mumbled, my eyelids slipping closed.

"No, stay awake," he said, grabbing my hand and forcing me up.

He handed me a cup of water and led me out of the bathroom.

"Sit here, do not sleep," he said, seating me on the edge of the bed.

"Okay."

I looked over at the half-empty beer bottles that were foaming on the carpet. I groaned to myself, knowing that we would have to clean the, up sooner or later.

There was a mostly empty ziploc baggy of pills sitting on his bedside table, the ones we had taken earlier.

There was some of the rust left over on the plate, all scattered from their lines now.

Some objects had began to have a halo glow around them, if I looked long enough.

Boris was right, I definitely don't have a tolerance like he does.

He returned a few minutes later.

"Here, aspirin," he explained, handing it over to me.

"Aspirin? Really?" My speech came out just a bit slurred, unintentionally.

I half smiled up at him as he groaned.

"Take it, go!" He ordered.

I obeyed snd finished my cup of water, but it wasn't sitting quite right.

"Jesus Christ," i muttered getting up and speed walking to the bathroom.

Boris hurried to grab my hair as I leaned over the toilet.

He rubbed my back as I threw up and made sure my hair stayed out of the way.

"Third time tonight," he mumbled as he wiped my mouth with a paper towel.

"F-forth—" I stuttered out, heaving myself over the toilet once again.

He helped me until I was okay to go back into the bedroom.

"I'm going to bed!" I said, throwing back the covers.

"No, Krasotka, you're not supposed to fall asleep when you're like this."

"Then I won't sleep, but let me relax," I crossed my arms and stared at him.

"Goddammit, fine, come on," he walked over towards me and wrapped snd arm around me, tackling me to the bed.

He sat up in the bed and laid me on his chest.

"Don't fall asleep, okay?" He questioned.

"Jesus, okay! I won't fall asleep!"

He smiled and kissed my forehead.

"I'm sorry Krasotka.. I just want to make sure you're okay," he apologized.

"I know."

"I'm sorry," I said after a minute of silence.

"For what?" He questioned, leaning his head forward to look down at me.

"For ruining your fun. I know you like doing this stuff, and I just couldn't handle it."

"It's fine, love," he assured me, kissing my forehead softly.

"Are you sure?" I questioned.

"I'm sure."

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