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His eyes felt bleary and his skin was clammy, sweaty.
He stared up at the wooden ceiling, trying to think about what happened last night with his family. Teppanyaki. His head throbbed with a powerful migraine that made his vision swirl with colors and he looked over the relatively warm bed. His eyes were met with the bony yet bare back of his girlfriend, her hair mused and sticking up all over the place. Her skin easily rose and fell with each snore. His fingers grazed against her spine, but he paused to suppress his gag. It didn't help since the bile was collecting rapidly and he tried not to fall over as he rushed to the small bathroom, his bony hands throwing up the toilet seat. He listened as the vomit poured into the toilet water as he leaned his head down.
It echoed loudly enough to wake her up and he coughed out the chunks of vomit, reaching up to flush the watery chunks away. He heaved as he listened to the pipes groan, the toilet water swirling like a hurricane before it disappeared completely.
"I told you not to drink that fucking alcohol thingy." said Morana as she slipped her clothes on and she walked over to Viktor, gently rubbing her hand against his back. "Just a bad hangover is all. I'll call your employees, tell them you're having a sick day—"
"No, this is..more than a hangover." coughed Viktor, wiping his mouth away. "It feels like motor oil was injected into my veins." He paused as he wiped away his vomit and he looked up at Morana. "Why aren't you throwing up?"
"I don't drink." answered the brunette, her eyebrows furrowed, and her tone was confused as if he was asking a stupid question. "I thought I told you. Y'know, after my Aunt Sally died from a drunk driver accident and my dad was a heavy drinker, yada yada. Just a whole bunch."
"Okay, okay." huffed Viktor, his head feeling like it was about to explode, and he panicked when he heard low humming causing the apartment to shake lightly.
"Woah, woah, what the fuck was that?"
"What was what?"
"The floor started shaking and-and you had this glowy thing around you. Like a tornado or something."
