I would like that.

I heard the door to my room open. With my vision blurry, I had to squint my eyes to see who it was.

“Claire”

Dad called me, which made my head throb.

“Quiet”

I groaned in pain

“Honey, I’m whispering”

And it sounded as if he was yelling?. This is by far the worst hangover I’ve ever had.

Dad hands me this arawak tea, it’s known for its fast relief of hangover symptoms.

I took a few sips, then laid back in

bed.

My head hurts more than Max’s concussion.

Yesterday’s events I could remember clearly until I reached the bar.

I didn’t want to go home, so I went to the bar. I had 4 shots, then everything became blurry after that.

The tea kicked in and I felt myself becoming sleepy.

Sweat covered my body as it excreted foreign substances.

“Out”

I threw my dad out, then stripped. This is unbearable. I’m sweaty and uncomfortable.

“She’ll be fine”

I could hear my dad's voice from outside my room.

Exhaustion soon took over, and I fell asleep.

***

Hold still, a familiar voice says as I c