Sliced Trees and Dead Words

15 - Clearly I'm still drunk.

- LUNA -

Everything hurts.

My head feels like it's been crushed from both sides with a hammer. My stomach feels like it's been twisted in knots and stretched over the abs underlying my many layers of body fat. My throat feels like someone forced a bottle of bleach down it; bleach laced with barbed wire that has cut the shit out of my oesophagus, making it hurt to breathe. My ears are ringing so loud I can barely hear my own thoughts. And what the hell has happened to my feet to cause them to feel like I've stepped over hot coals for days?

I tried to open my eyes and lift my head, but it caused the world to spin around me like I was on one of those playground spinny things that assholes who think they're funny shove you on and turn as fast as possible to see if they can make you throw up—cheers, Dalen. Thinking of throwing up seems to be making me feel like throwing up, though the furry death taste on my tongue suggests I've already done that once or twice this evening. Morning? I have no idea what the time is, or where I even am for that matter. It's dark so it's either really late or really early.

I feel like I could be in my bed, only it doesn't smell like my room, but that could be the presence of the vomit I'm sure I projectiled somewhere around here. I'm getting flashbacks of being carried by a man, though that can't actually have happened because I probably would have broken the poor bastard's back considering how much I weigh. No guy has that kind of strength, though I distinctly remember being pressed against someone's chest, and the heart behind it was beating furiously trying to knock me out or slap me back into consciousness or something. Maybe his heart was dying trying to carry me? That makes sense.

What doesn't make sense is the warmth radiating behind me, nor the smell of sweat and maybe dog? Medusa! It must just be Medusa, which means I must be home and in my own bed. She must have jumped up to sleep with me whenever I got home . . . however I got home. I remember being in a car . . . and maybe also puking out of a car. A car a lot bigger and nicer than my own.

Ugh, my head. I need some water, and Panadol, and to brush my teeth, and shower . . . which I may have already done considering my hair is wet . . . Why is my hair wet? I'd never go to bed with wet hair. That's a cardinal sin to a hairdresser. And holy fucking hell! Why am I practically naked? I'm wearing nothing but the cheeky cut lace underwear set I had on last night under my dress, which feel kind of wet, too. Oh, god, please tell me I didn't piss myself? Or did I shower with my clothes on? Why on earth would I do that?

I'm not understanding any of this right now, and the panic this is all causing is contributing to my nausea in a pretty dangerous way. With my eyes practically closed to help keep the fresh vomit at bay, I pushed the covers back gently so as to not wake Medusa and slowly stepped towards my bedroom door making my way to the kitchen in search of liquids and drugs.

Once consumed, I braved opening my eyes a little to adjust myself to my surroundings, thankful that even though I was off my tits last night, I managed to make it home in one piece, hopefully without making too much of a fool of myself.

From the light of the waning gibbous moon through the window, I managed to get my sight in focus enough to make out a dark shape lying comfortably on my couch, snoring quietly, and tiptoed over there to check that Wolfe had enough blankets seeing as I hadn't been lucid enough to offer any when I got home apparently. Or at least I don't think I did?

Only, it wasn't Wolfe I found on the couch. It was Medusa, which sent me into a major fucking panic because there is something big, warm and alive in my bed who I assumed to be Medusa, and if it wasn't her then there's only one other living being it could be. Unless I brought someone home last night? God, I really hope I did because I'm not sure I'd ever be able to face Wolfe in daylight again if it was him. Ohmygod, did something happen between us last night?