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SHE WOKE with, quite literally, the single worst headache she'd ever had in her life. Marley was back in her tent with a splitting headache ripping through her temples and forehead. She didn't recall climbing back inside her tent, in fact, all she could remember from the night before was being sat on the floor giggling over god-knows-what with Elijah. And that, for the first time in a while, those smiles weren't forced.
Marley sat up, leaning back on her hands to steady herself. Everything was spinning, tilting and twisting, and there was an incessant thudding inside her head; a great, pounding thudding like someone was hitting at the inside of her skull with a hammer. It was making her thoughts incoherent, too. She could barely think over the din. The girl let out a pained groan, reaching up a hand to cradle her head, hoping to alleviate at least some of the nauseating dizziness that seemed to have consumed her.
The brunette squeezed her eyes shut in pain as the entryway of her tent was stripped back and Elijah Bowman's head popped in, a goofy smile on his face. "Morning, sunshine!" He grinned. His voice was hushed to a whisper.
"Morning," she murmured. Marley managed to crack open her eyes a little albeit squinting at the bright sunlight which had flooded the space.
"Wow, you look terrible," the dark-haired boy chuckled before extending a canteen out in offering. "Here, drink this-"
At Marley's reluctance at the sight of the liquid it contained - something which closely resembled Monty's alcohol that was responsible for the headache currently racking her skull - he offered out some reassurance. "-It's just water, don't worry."
Elijah shuffled into Marley's tent, sitting beside her and allowing the fabric to swing shut, blotting out the sun which was only making her headache worse as it shone directly into her eyes. She took the water from him, gulping down the liquid gratefully. She hadn't even realised how dry her mouth was until she begun to drink; it felt as though she'd been chewing on sand, the sensation only made worse by the terribly bitter taste that kept creeping up her throat in waves.
"What happened yesterday?" She questioned. Marley could remember pieces, little bits here and there: giggling with Elijah, her pining over her worry of never falling in love and their terrible aim - much to Monty's amusement - whilst playing drunk ball.
"Honestly, I don't remember," Elijah admitted. "We really were that drunk, I guess."
"How are you not suffering?" She groaned, laying back down to rest her head on her pillow. It didn't do much to alleviate the pain - but at least it was something.
"I'm used to it." He shrugged, taking a drink from his own canteen which seemed to appear from nowhere. "This ain't my first time at the rodeo."
Marley cracked a small smile through the pain; her nose wrinkled as she stretched out her aching limbs, only for her head to protest further at her movements. "My head..." she complained.
