Don't Worry .. Chris Brown Story

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" You think we should go on a trip or something?" I asked Chris as I folded all the clean clothes.

" You tell me, should we? " He asked rubbing the bridge of his nose

" We haven't did nothing that special yet, so yeah we should." I answered back.

" Alright, no problem. Let's discuss the other shit when I get back up though cause this hang over is killing me." He said rolling on his side and trying to go back to sleep.

I didn't have quite as much as a hang over like he had but I did have a small headache.

" You want some ginger ale? " I asked him before I thought he was in a complete sleep.

"Mmhm" he mumbled.

I went downstairs and got a Canadian Dry bottle out of the refrigerator and went and got  two Aleve's.

I jogged back up the stairs and put it on the nightstand next to him. He'll see it when he gets up.

I decided to just fold clothes and clean what he messed up while he was asleep.
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5 Hrs later

Last time Chris was up was at 3. It's 8 right now and it's been a total of 5 hours since he's been up.

I was downstairs making something to eat for us since I grew hungry. I don't know if he'd be that hungry though because his hang over and I know his might last a little longer being he drank a lot.

I made him something small anyway, which was some soup.

" Chris " I said lightly tapping him.

" Hm.. " he said with closed eyes

" Here, eat something. " I said to him

" Ian hungry " he said while his eyes were still closed

" You gotta eat , you threw up too much and I know your stomach is empty. " I said , hoping he sat up.

He took a while before he turned over and lightly sat up.

"This is the worst hang over I ever had. I'm weak, my damn stomach doing flips, I been throwing up all day and it feel like somebody playing drums in my head. " he said, leaning his head back onto the headboard.

I looked at his flushed, pale skin.

" Babe, this looks worse than a hang over. " I said now observing his skin and thinking of all the pain he was in. 

A hang over does last long, don't get me wrong but it eventually gets better through out the day especially if you sleep most of it off like he did. He shouldn't feel or look more worse than what he did 5 hours ago.

" What is It then? " he said, trying to pick up his spoon.

" Let me help you " I said taking the spoon from him.

I fed him the soup on the spoon and once he felt it was enough, his body felt it was too and rejected it back into the garbage can.

"Yeah.. it got to be something other than a hang over." I said, now worried about him.

" We drank the same thing though, what could it be " he whined and then began coughing hysterically.

" Here " I said giving him the garbage. He let out the access mucous.

" Just... go back to sleep, boo. " I said kissing him on his lips.

He slid back down and covered up.

I rubbed his face, and he closed his eyes trying to get some sleep.

I really want to know what's wrong with him and I grew really concerned.