Brewed to Perfection

Part 29

I wasn't sure if it was the major throbbing in my head or the bright sunlight coming in from the window that woke me up. Either way, I was now awake...with the knowing feeling I remember all too well. I was hungover.

Like majorly hungover.

I didn't dare even open my eyelids or move my body in any way. I was afraid the direct sunlight would have me acting like a vampire. The idea of moving or god forbid standing had me dry heaving.

That's what you get when you drink excessively and eat next to nothing, my past sober self reminded me.

I felt rougher than sandpaper.

"Jeeesssuss" a voice groaned from beside me.

Shit. I kept forgetting he was there.

Hopefully he was feeling as awful as i was. From the sound of it. My wish had came true.

Another sound effect came from Benjamin, sounding almost like he was trying to force himself to throw up.

If i didn't feel sick before, now i definitely did.

"Do you mind?" I tried to say harshly, but my voice was weak and i sounded uncharacteristically pathetic and whiney.

"My insides are pure acid, this poison needs to come out" he replied. I would have laughed but the shaking would probably make me barf.

"I need water... Lots of water" I announced before reaching to the bed side table and trying to blindly feel around for a glass a water. I could have sworn i put some water here last night before falling asleep.

"More to the left" Mr.Alcohol poisoning instructed, and Voilà my hand found the glass. Thank sweet baby Jesus.

I tried to balance the glass whilst retrieving it from the side table and carrying it over to my lips. My eyes still refusing to open.

"Your gonna need to sit up Homer" the annoying voice next to me ordered.

"Homer?" I questioned, wondering what about me reminded him of the famous yellow man. i probably damaged my liver so bad I was jaundiced.

Benjamin took in a shaky breath, if i had to guess it sounded like he was trying not to projectile vomit.

"The blind poet, not the dude that likes donuts" He confirmed.

Normally thinking about donuts would have had me salivating but thinking of any food or drink right now made me want to gag.

"Ahhh" was all the response i could muster up. Continuing with my previous plan of action, slowly bringing the full glass of water closer to my mouth. It felt almost inches away from my chapped lips when all of a sudden the glass fell on my head.

"OW! For fuck s-" I practically yelled. My eyes forced open from the sudden injury. It was so painful, I thought I might actually cry.

"Be careful Maeve for Christ sake!" Benjamin shouted practically jumping out of his bed.

The glass didn't break, but what it definitely did do was cause my throbbing headache to worsen by at least 99% and cover my entire face and top half of my body in water.

It was going to leave a bruise. That was for sure. I sat up holding my injured forehead with one hand and using the other to move the glass back to the side table.

That was when I noticed the glass get lighter in my hand as Benjamin grabbed it from me and placed it on the table far from my reach. That was probably a sensible idea.

I was so focused on not crying, I didn't realise Benjamin had crouched next to my bed, his eyes on me.

That was when my eyes noticed he wasn't wearing a shirt. Benjamin Lovat was crouching down next to my bed topless with his naked broad shoulders, toned abs and narrow waist all in view, whilst I was palming a bump on my forehead and trying not to cry.