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No one was answering, and the longer the void stretched, the deeper the worry clawed into my chest. My head was starting to feel unnaturally light, like it was floating just above my shoulders, detached. The room tilted in slow, sickening waves. I was becoming too dizzy, far too fast. The tea had always carried its little effects— a pleasant hum, a loosening of the edges—but this... this was something else entirely. A first. A wrong first.

This headache is tearing me apart right now, I don't get an answer right off the bat. Instead, I'm carefully pulled into a sitting position, and I'm now leaning against a hard body, the glass in front of my lips, "Drink." Willing to do anything to get rid of this headache, I grab the glass with both hands and gulp it down. To my surprise, it's not as bitter or disgusting as its appearance was leading me to believe. Instead, the taste is a cool and refreshing one, with a hint of crisp mint in it and some tanginess.

Deftly, she poured it into one of the cups of tea she was preparing. “Just a little love spice. Let’s see if you can resist me when I tease you,” she whispered softly. Soon, Nora handed the teacup to Samuel. “Drink this. You look tired,” she said softly. Samuel gave a small smile. “Thank you.” He sipped slowly. As the minutes passed, their conversation fell flat. Samuel began to feel his head burning. His body also felt strange, like it was trembling from the inside. “Nora, what… is this tea?”

said she leaving. A quarter of an hour later, Abdou had already changed but his head still hurt terribly, alcohol was probably the cause. - Here drink this, it will do you good - What are you doing here mum, who gave you the address of my apartment? - Drink this herbal tea first, don't you have a headache? He drinks the herbal tea and the pain begins to fade little by little. - So, answer, what are you doing at my house mum and how did you know the address of this apartment

I ask, my voice barely above a whisper. “Apparently, the herbs used in your tea were far too strong.” She says, approaching. I stare at her, confused. “Too strong?” She nods once, adjusting her glasses. “For you to consume something that potent, you need to have eaten at least a thousand calories about twenty minutes before. Anything less, and your body would react violently to it…which it did.” I scoff, feeling happy that the matter isn't serious. “So you’re saying I got sick… just because I didn’t eat before taking the tea?”

Liana My head is pounding. Not nearly as much as it probably should be considering the amount of tequila I put away last night, but the ache is definitely there, enough to be annoying. Part of it is the lingering hangover. The other part is from spending way too much time trying to force my brain to remember what the hell happened after I threw up. Fragments keep flashing through my mind. Blurry snapshots. Nothing that stays long enough to grab onto. The harder I try to piece it together, the more everything slips away.

Looking at the time, it’s already time for lunch. Tanya looks at her phone and was about to order something but found out her phone died and could only eat something at the vending machine. Tanya stood up. The moment she stood up she felt that the world is spinning and her head feels like it was being squeezed tightly. Maybe it’s because she didn’t eat earlier or she sat on the chair for too long that this happened. Luckily, she supported herself quickly so as not to cause any unnecessary attention and bother her co-workers. Tanya stood up for a while, holding her forehead before slowly standing up straight and taking a big inhale and letting out a big and quiet exhale.

"It will help with your hangover," I reluctantly took the cup of tea from her outstretched hand, feeling the heat radiate from the porcelain and into my palm. The smell of the tea wafted up to my nose, and I could smell the familiar scent of chamomile, which always seemed to soothe my headaches. My mother hovered over me, monitoring me I took a sip, feeling the warmth spread through my body. My head was pounding. I took another sip, and the tea began soothing the pounding in my head. "

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.

The first time it happens, I blame the tea. I am standing in the kitchenette, waiting for the kettle to boil. The room is spinning, a slow, nauseating carousel that makes my knees weak. I think it’s just the dizziness from earlier, the stress of the silence finally catching up to my inner ear. Then, the smell hits me. It’s just the smell of Earl Grey. Bergamot and black tea. A smell I have loved for years. But today, it smells like poison.