Healing Hearts | Virgil van Dijk

confused

I shift on my bed. My body entangled in the soft and comfortable sheets as a dull ache makes its way to my head, making me groan at the feeling.

I hear the birds chirps, it must be morning already. I snuggle further in to my pillow, sniffing at the smell of the laundry detergent. Making me freeze for a second- It smelt different- not the jasmine one I usually use.

My heart practically stops at the realization. I grip onto the blanket, squeezing my eyes tightly as I realize I'm not in my own bed at the moment.
I open my eyes sitting up and dropping the blanket, looking down at my body. I was still wearing my dress and the white sweater I was given, no drunk mistakes were made thankfully.

I throw myself back on the bed, sighing out of pure relief. I try to run back my memories of last night, hitting my head on my pillow multiple times as I remember how I fell asleep.

God, I just loved embarrassing myself.

I stand up from my bed, head pulsing as I walk out of the guest room, I assume. I look around cautiously, trying to figure out if Virgil was still sleeping.

I pick up my phone from the table, checking the time. It's five in the morning. I check my notifications to see multiple messages from my friends, they sounded either worried for me or were rooting for me to "get some". I sigh to myself, sending them a quick "I'm alive and okay. I'll call you guys later." and walk back into the bedroom. I enter the guest bathroom trying to remove my overly smudged make up and get ready there with the already stocked skincare and bathroom supplies. He must have guests over all the time, I think.

I walk out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around my body. I snoop around in the closet of the room, coming across some sweatpants and throwing that on, along with Virgil's sweater. Both of the clothing items being slightly baggy.

A knock on the door pulls me out of my thoughts, followed by Virgil calling out to me. I curse to myself, embarrassed that I had to face him after yesterday. I walk over to the door, opening it to see a very happy looking Virgil. How could be so hyped this early in the morning?

"How did you sleep?" He beams. I give him a crooked smile. "Good." I reply, really not in the mood as my headache was getting worse for some reason. He frowns, looking at me concerned.

"You okay? You look sick." He lifts his hand, placing his palm on my forehead. A shiver runs down my spine, looking up at him. He hums before speaking again. "You don't have a fever."

"No- it's just my heads killing me. From drinking last night." I internally cringe at myself, wanting to dig a hole in the ground and bury myself in it.

"Come have breakfast. Maybe it'll cheer you up."

I follow him, the smell of fresh food hanging in the air. I walk up to the table, a nice breakfast laid out on it. "You've actually been spoiling me with your cooking skill's hm?" I say, less energetic than I would've liked. He doesn't answer, urging me to sit down as we both start eating.

I try to eat as much as possible. I groan softly at the pounding in my head. Holding it in my hands as he looks up from his food. "Hold on, let me get you some painkillers." He says walking away and coming back with a bottle of water, white round pills placed on the table.

I mumble a quick 'thank you' before downing the pills and gulping down the water with it. I look up at him, he eyes me with a concerned look.

"You know, maybe you should stay here. Call in sick." I look at him for a second, my hands on my temples again. "I don't know if I should-" I try to protest.