I wasn’t feeling so hot. I must have put a lot of liquor in my system if I was still feeling the after effects on Sunday morning. It wasn’t pleasant at all. The last thing I remember was crying on Harry’s shoulder and I must have passed out because when I woke up I was smelling bacon in the air and the clock read 9:37. I stood up instantly about to tread to the kitchen filled with the enticing aroma, but as I straightened my back I was hit with dizziness, I fell and my vision went black.
When I woke up my head was on someone’s leap. It took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust, and then I realized it was Harry.
“Hi, Harry.“ I croaked.
“Hey, Boobear, feeling better? He asked with a concerned face. I smiled and nodded.
A cup of steaming tea was set on the nightstand next to my bed, Harry was lightly rubbing my back. I felt like a child being nursed back to health by a mother, wife or girlfriend. But I enjoyed it, it was calming. Then everything hit me and the word girlfriend stuck out in my head.My stomach tightened and I leaned over the edge of the bed and spewed out my guts.
I felt weak as Harry scouted off the bed cussing under his breath and yelling, “Bloody Hell!” He ran to the phone and called the doctor. I felt awful, so I didn’t really pay attention. I just laid there lifeless until I went back under.
