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Hangover

Rodney POV

I woke up the following morning with my head pounding very hard. "Agh" I muffled a groan while sitting up on the bed.

Gosh!

I hate a hangover.

But seriously, how much did I drink last night?

I heard a knock on the door. “Just come in,” I groaned inwardly, as I rested my head on the headboard.

I glanced up to saw her walking in with a tray in her hands.

Huh?

What's she doing?

She dropped the tray on my nightstand and the scent of the coffee filled my nostril. “Good morning” She greeted with an adoring smile, but I only have a nod. I felt too weak to even utter a word.

“I hope you slept well” She asked, and I looked up at her. I just hope I hadn't spurted nonsense last night. “Here, have this” She stretched forth a bottle of pills to me.

“This would really help” I slowly collected it from her, lowering my head; deeply ashamed. “Breakfast would be ready
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