You & I・❥・(Graham Coxon)

Hangover・❥・

Violet POV

i wake up to a ton of landline messages from graham. he must've given me many missed calls last night. the things he said on the messages make me concerned about him plus he sounds drunk too. is he okay? instead of wasting my time by asking this question to myself, i go to his flat to find the real answer.

i stand outside the door of his flat and i remember our first night when he couldn't put the key in the lock correctly. we were laughing and joking around that day, this day is not like that at all.

i knock at his door plenty of times but no response so i just walk in because it's open. i am met with the sound of graham vomiting and coughing while being bent over the toilet.

he looks helpless, weak and disheveled plus he doesn't have a shirt on. i'd enjoy this sight if this was a normal day.

i run over to him and rub his back to comfort him, he doesn't even have the strength to be surprised at me showing up unexpectedly. he has an extreme hangover right now.

i hear a thud as he ends up hitting his head quite hard against the toilet, he lets out a moan and looks away from me, "i don't want you to see- me like thi-s, go away! " i hear him mumble.

"oh darling, it's fine. " i pull him into my chest and he just collapses. he is still here, awake but i don't think he can handle it.

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i hand him a tablet alongside a glass of water. he gulps it down slowly. it's a painkiller. i found it in one of his cabinets and gave it to him because he was complaining of a headache.

i sit next to him on the sofa and hold his hands. i am caught off guard as i realise something so i place my hand on his forehead to double check and i'm right. its hot, he has a fever.

"graham-"

he is rocking back and forth on the sofa, in place, "yeah? " he is not looking at me.

"you have a fever."

he bites his tongue and stares up at the celing, as if looking for answers, "hm-" is all is manages to utter.

"i was ou-t most- of the night -, cold- it was a col-d night-" he stutters and turns over to me for a very brief second then goes back to ruffling his hand thru his hair.

"why? " i ask with worry.

he ruffles his hand thru his hair yet again and makes a face as if he's guilty and nervous to admit this, "got dru-nk sometime at night and- lost my way hom-e" his pauses make him sound unsure but his face lets me know that he is telling the truth.

before i can ask him anymore questions he says, "i don't feel good, i- might fain-t"

"lay down! " i make him rest on the sofa and go back to the medicine cabinet to find something that will make his fever go away.

i find a tablet and make him gulp this one down with water too. i sit on the sofa and gently play with his hair, hoping it will give him some sort of comfort and solace.

"how are you feeling? "

"a wee bit better-" he closes his eyes and i notice he isn't fidgeting as much as before. it's still pretty bad though.

my eyes land on his messy floor, there's clothes all over the ground and on the table right above, i see the dvds of my movies.

"so did you win the challenge? "

he frowns and shakes his head no.

he sits up to defend his case, "v! i watched 3 of the moves and- and- then i fell asleep i don't know how! but- i'm not saying your movies- were boring- they were great, you were great- oh i'm an idiot! "  he waffles adorably.