chemical reaction | dr andre lee x reader

9 - Hangover

Third Person POV

hence the reason Y/n woke the next day with the worst headache she'd experienced so far in her life. her brain really did seem to be punishing her for her occasional substance abuse habits.

bright morning light streamed through the overly enormous window of the equally massive bedroom. Y/n's eyes seemed to already be in pain as the unrelenting sun penetrated the thin skin of her eyelids. she rolled over with some difficulty and a short grunt, eyes slowly blinking open. her back now faced the sun so she could be somewhat comfortable with the shaded lighting. tired eyes blinked open, only to meet with the face face of another mere inches from her own. she froze.

gentle sunlight shone onto the peacefully sleeping face of the man next to me and emphasised his sharp features. Y/n shifted awkwardly, eyebrows furrowing at the foreign weight against her body. they shot right up as she finally noticed the warm arm curled protectively around her waist.

no fucking way.

her gaze drifted downwards from Andre's arm, deep sigh of relief heaving from her mouth as her eyes met her clothed body. thank god.

Y/n took a few slow breaths to steady herself before allowing her gaze to wander back to the man sleeping soundly (besides a few small mumbles) beside her. a small pool of drool sat on the pillow below his mouth, legs sticking out at odd angles from beneath the blanket and tousled black hair sticking up in every direction. the woman couldn't help but smile. he looked kinda cute.

that smile quickly downturned as the pounding in her head worsened to a dull stab and she began to properly regain consciousness. she needed some kind of painkiller... like right now.

Y/n slowly inched herself out from beneath Andre's hand. a sharp pained gasp left her mouth as she stood, fingers instantly moving to pinch the bridge of her nose. "jesus christ..." the low mutter left her mouth as she stepped carefully over Andre's crumpled shirt in a ball on the floor on her way to the door.

wait a fucking second.

her head snapped right back to the wrinkled shirt on the floor, and then to Andre, sleeping soundly beneath the sheets. oh god.

Y/n's eyes searched the ground for his pants. they weren't there- so he had them on... god, please let him have them on. she internally sobbed as she stepped out of the room and began instead making her way to Gigi's kitchen in search of painkillers or coffee, whichever she came across first.

the young woman's eyes unfortunately managed to catch sight of herself in one of the giant floor length mirrors in the hallway. an audible groaning left her mouth. a mess of eyebags, tousled hair and crumpled clothes glared back at her, annoyingly mimicking her movements. that bitch. she decided instead to carry on on her way and padded into Gigi's kitchen, beginning to rummage noisily through cupboards for a drug of any kind to take away the pain burning a hole in her head.

"you look like you had fun last night."

Y/n jumped, head smacking hard against the open cupboard door as Reagan watched, leaned on the marble kitchen counter across from her. the biologist's hands flew to her head. "fuck my goddamn life! jesus christ... help me find some fuckin' painkillers... or a gun; i dunno which i'd prefer right now."

Reagan snorted lightly and walked over to take over the search. Y/n sat down on one of the chairs surrounding the counter, tired head rested on folded arms. "i feel like death- more death than normal."

Reagan hummed, placing a bottle of painkillers next to her and proceeding to pour a cup of coffee. "and why's that?"

Y/n looked up, glare settling on the other. "take a wild guess."