𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕚𝕖. (𝕗𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕤)

[XIX]

"go fuck yourself"

•••

WHEN THE MORNING sun arose, killian sat up with a gasp, awaking from a horrible dream that consisted of him being chased by an oversized bottle of booze with legs. it yelled at him with a voice resembling five's, and it shot fire from its hands.

overall, it was a horrible experience, and he saw the lovely delores' melting face just before he woke up.

killian was sprawled across the bar in the living room, and the hargreeves siblings were gathered around fairly close, talking about what had happened the previous day.

"wait a tick, wait a tick, wait a tick, what actually happened the first time around?" klaus asks and makes killian loudly groan, feeling the horrible urge to vomit, as he usually did, while a horrific pain made his head feel like his skull was split in half.

"yeah, what are you not telling us?" diego asks "come on, big boy, spit it out"

luther tries to avoid it for a moment, and whispers a response. and then as allison questions the man, the blonde flops his arm down from the bar, getting everyone's attention.

"ah, there he is" diego says with a smile present in his voice

killian gets a to-go cup thrusted in front of him from allison, and he gives her a nod.

"it's tea, for your hangover" the woman says quietly and the boy gives a weak smile.

"thank you, allison dear" the blonde exhales, feeling the room spin "but uh, to answer the question which luther is avoiding—everyone died" killian mumbles just as he sits up and takes a sip of the tea.

the siblings all look at him with complete shock, not expecting him to actually wake up from his hangover just quite yet, nor did they expect him to give that sudden reply.

"um" allison begins but pauses

"that's not what i expected, not gonna lie" diego sips his coffee slowly and then he looks at the blonde who sat massaging his temples "earlier, you said five left, but where to exactly?"

the boy shrugs "commission, but i dunno where it is" he mumbles and hops off the bar with a stumble "somewhere in the fancy schmancy space time continuum"

the teen starts to walk off and luther calls out "hey, where are you going? this is a family discussion about the potential end of the world in three days"

killian waves it off "as much as i appreciate being included, i need to go lean over a toilet for a minute" he grumbles before slowly shuffling away from the living room.

he slips into the nearest bathroom and proceeds to empty the contents of his stomach, something he was finding he was doing way too often in this body. maybe it was the drinking, or maybe billy just had a weak, anxiety-riddled stomach. another lovely negative to add to the list of shit killian had to put up with.

when he's done, he gets as far as the atrium before he stops and grips his throbbing head. i seriously need to stop drinking, for my sake and his body's sake. he thinks as he looks over at the table in the middle of the room and after a moment of contemplation, he crawls on top of it, laying back with another groan.