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HAZEL

My head pounded as I opened my eyes, trying not to groan as a sudden nausea hit me.

Remind me not to get drunk again.

I get up lazily, rubbing my eyes and unconsciously I was about to roam my hand over the nightstand to find the water bottle but before that, someone handed me the glass full of water. I shot up my brows and found Atlas sitting on the edge of the bed.

I took the glass from him and muttered ‘thank you’ under my breath when he passed me the Advil. I gulped it down my throat and walked straight out of the room to kitchen, ignoring him who followed me.

“I’ve prepared a hangover soup for you.” He said, gesturing me to the table.

I wanted to refuse the offer but it looked tempting. I really wated to eat something hot and delicious to cure my headache.

I sat on the table and ate the chicken soup with rice noodles. It wasn’t tasty though. Quite bland but a bit salty. Anyhow it was edible.

“How’s it?”

“Not good but edible.” I replied, not bothering to act nice and lie