HER SISTER (18+) (GXG)

Headaches & Hangovers

I groaned, suddenly feeling a splitting pain cave in at the front of my head.

"Fuck," I said, pressing my hand to my head as my eyes suddenly opened.

And as soon as the bright light filtered in around me, I was groaning again—sitting up from the bed slightly as I rubbed my tired eyes.

I blinked a few times, taking in Mili's familiar room as I instinctively grabbed the water bottle and ibuprofen before practically guzzling the smooth liquid down and popping the pills back.

A deep breath fell from my lips as I sat the empty water bottle down—and I couldn't stop myself from looking over to the balcony door that was now opening.

Mili slid her phone into her pocket as she walked over to me with clear concern, "Hey, how do you feel?" she instinctively asked.

I shook my head as I closed my heavy eyes, "Not so good."

Mili hummed as she brushed my stray hairs out of my face, "I'm sorry I wasn't here when you first woke up—" she pressed a gentle kiss to my temple, "—the gallery owner called and I didn't want to disturb you," she said, and I couldn't help but shake my head as my aching eyes opened yet again.

"It's okay—you didn't have to be here," I assured her, knowing that it wasn't that big of a deal.

Mili only shook her head, "This is your first real hangover—of course, I had to be here," she determined, looking over to the nightstand before she said, "Good, you took the ibuprofen."

I nodded, "Yeah–"

But I quickly cut myself short with furrowed brows, feeling my mouth salivate and my stomach swirl with the most unbearable feeling.

Mili tilted her head, "What is it?"

I shook my head slightly, "I think—" I suddenly pressed my hand to my mouth before abruptly standing from the warm bed.

And before I could even blink I was in her bathroom, leaning over the toilet as I threw up anything occupying my stomach.

Mili gently rubbed my back, holding any stray pieces of my hair away from my face.

I felt my eyes burn with tears, hating the burning sensation coating my throat.

A broken whimper fell from my lips, "Mili," I breathed out before suddenly throwing up even more.

I don't know what I expected her to do, but I wanted something—anything, to make this go away.

"Let it run its course, and I'll get some medicine for you after," Mili softly said as she continued to rub my back.

I scrunched my burning eyes closed, following Mili's instructions as I managed to throw up even more.

I swear, I absolutely hate being sick.

Luckily, a couple of minutes later I was done—but that was mostly because there wasn't anything in my stomach anymore.

And I don't know if it's just me, but throwing up in the slightest bit makes me cry—it's like some sort of reflex for me.

"Hey-hey, it's okay," Mili's soft voice soothed me as I managed to full on cry on the cold bathroom floor.

"It hurts—everything hurts. I don't want to be sick again," I cried out, holding my aching head, but in reality, my entire body was aching, and it just wouldn't stop.

I'm never getting that drunk ever again.

Mili gently pulled me into her arms, "The ibuprofen will kick in soon—and I'll get you more medicine for the nausea. It's going to be okay," she assured me.