"Seriously, sis...you're still in bed?" I sighed, as I got back home, to see her still sprawled on my bed, her head buried under the pillow, "Come on, there's no way you've still got a hangover, get up already."
"Shut up...I do feel better, but I still feel like crap, okay? I'm all sweaty too, this is the absolute worst," She grumbled in response.
"Ew...you're washing my sheets and pillow cases, got it? Go take a shower to wash away your sweat, you'll feel better," I remarked as I shook her by her shoulder.
"H-hey, easy with the shaking, you'll make me puke!" She cried in alarm, gagging slightly.
I quickly stopped shaking her and backed away warily. Yeah, I don't want that...
"Come on, sis, take a shower and go home. I just got back from training, so I'm tired."
"Too much effort...unless you're willing to wash me," She mumbled, sounding half-asleep.
