First meeting

*Mackenzie*

„Oh, oh, oh,”

„I’m not drinking anymore, at least not with you.”

„Mhm. Me, too.”

I was so thirsty that the pulsing pain in my head faded into the background. I groaned and stirred, but my every move caused a slight nausea. I opened my eyes and stared at Caris and Claire sitting on the dinner table, leaning over a steaming cup. They looked beaten and a little pale.

„Drink.” I rasped out.

My throat was dry like a desert. I carefully crawled from under the duvet and shuffled toward the table. I climbed up, supported by the chair, and sat on it. I sighed and gagged at the awful smell coming from the teapot.

„What’s that?” I asked, holding my nose to not puke all over the table.

„Miracle tea. It reduces nausea, eliminates headache, and gets you back on your feet at an express pace so you can enjoy your La la land.” Caris explained, supporting her face with her hands.

„So why do you still look like shit?” I asked sarcastically.

If this magical tea was doing wonders and working