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PART 13

HIS POV

I woke up with a headache. The moment I tried to stand up, I felt dizzy. I sat back down on my bed with my eyes closed.

"What did I do last night again? Fuck!" It felt like my head was twisting and being squeezed.

"You're awake now?" James asked, holding a bowl of soup.

"Obviously," I rolled my eyes. If I were asleep, my eyes wouldn't be open.

Common sense, people. Common sense.

"Do you remember anything from last night?" I closed my eyes again and tried to recall everything that happened.

"Fuck! My fucking head hurts, argh!" I lay back down and closed my eyes.

"Thank Emily later. She took care of you last night." I quickly opened my eyes and glared at him.

"What?" Damn.

I had a strong feeling I must've said a lot to her last night.

"Yes, bud. She cleaned you up and changed your clothes. She even wiped your vomit."

"What the fucking hell. And now, I owe that woman?"

"I have to go now, I need to pick up Gwyn." he said, playing with the keys of his car.

I tried to stand up again, but ended up sitting back down.

"Goddamn it," I whispered.

"There you go... drinking, but you can't even handle it," I suddenly heard a voice. I looked at the door.

"This isn't from Emily. She said she might be late coming here."

"Why should I care?"

"She doesn't need to update me on her life. I don't care."

I looked at Travily because she had been sluggish and hadn't been eating properly for a few days. I sighed. Looks like my dog is still sick.

"What happened to you?" I opened her doghouse and carried her out. She had lost weight. Damn it.

I put her back in the kennel and took off my clothes. After taking a shower, I stared at myself in the mirror. Thank goodness my vitiligo wasn't obvious. My fair skin saved me.

I put on my hoodie and mask. I carried Travily as I went out of the house. Just as I was about to open the door, it opened on its own.

Emily greeted me with her beautiful smile.

"Are you okay?" The moment she asked that, I suddenly remembered what happened last night.

Damn, this is embarrassing.

"Why are you here?"

"Wow, like you're so surprised... I'm probably just hanging out." I frowned at her appearance. I measured her arms with my hand. She had lost weight too.

"I bought some medicine for you... and I'll cook something to help with your hangover."

"Whatever." I ignored her and kept walking.

I thought she would leave me alone, but I was wrong. She followed me. I raised an eyebrow when I heard her sigh and sigh again.

"She's been out of breath for a while and we haven't even gotten far from the house?" I whispered to myself and then glanced back at her.

"Why are you following me?"

"Because I want to, señorito!" My feet tensed even more when I heard her call me that.