I walked to the kitchen sink and threw water on my face. I swallowed a bit of toothpaste from the bathroom as well. I didn't want my breath to be bad. I tied my hair up into a ponytail hoping it wasn't too messy. My vision was too blurred for perfection anyway. I was contemplating changing clothes until I heard a knock at the door. I looked through the peephole. It was him. I unlocked the door and he walked in right after.
He grabbed me then stared deep into my eyes. The chestnut color within his eyes seemed to enlarge every extra second he spent looking into mine.
"How are you feeling?" He questioned.
"I've been better." I said.
He laughed. "Yeah, your words are definitely slurring."
I felt my face get red. I was embarrassing myself in front of him.
"It's okay though, I've been even worse than you before. I'm just happy I'm here to take care of you."
Did he read my mind or something? I suddenly felt much less embarrassed. It's like he knows how I feel without me even talking.
"You didn't have to come Marc. I told you that."
"I know, I wanted too." He replied with a smile.
He then made his way to my kitchen. He searched around until he found Advil and some bottled water.
I was laying on my couch when he gave it to me.
"Here, this is so you don't feel like a hangover in the morning."
I took his offering.
"Maybe you should shower too. I'll cook you something to eat while you do so. An empty stomach will just make you feel-"
I vomited before he could finish. A little bit of it got on his shoes.
"Well, there goes my $200." He said while looking down at his Nikes.
I wanted to apologize but I couldn't stop throwing up. I ran into the bathroom and aimed for the toilet. I missed a couple times but after a while I got the drift of things.
He walked into the bathroom and watched me vomit my lungs out until I was finished.
"I'm guessing you’re going to want to take that shower now. I'll grab you some clothes."
"Marc, you don't have to be here." I said. "I've ruined your shoes and I feel really embarrassed."
"It's material things. Don't worry about it. And you have nothing to be embarrassed about. I'm not going to judge you. I really just want to be here for you. Okay?"
I threw up again.
"I'll take that as a yes." He said while making his way to my closet.
When he came back I'd started my shower. He placed the clothes he'd got for me on top of the sink with a towel and toothbrush beside it.
"I'm going to go make you something to eat and clean up the throw up so you don't have to worry about anything when you get out." He said.
I was going to urge him to let me clean up my own mess but he'd already left the bathroom.
I showered for about twenty minutes. When I got out I felt a little better. I dressed into the clothes Marc had picked out. An oversized black shirt and a pair of panties. My prince charming. He knew exactly how to dress a drunken girl. I smiled thinking of how sweet he was. I brushed my teeth after showering then made my way into my bed room.
