Nox was having a splitting headache.
If he had known earlier, he would have listened to others' advice instead of allowing himself to do as he pleased and getting himself drunk until he got gastrointestinal bleeding. Otherwise, he would be in his current state, where he would rather die than live.
He stood in front of the sink in the bathroom at 7 a.m. in the morning and looked in the mirror. Seeing how swollen and bloodshot his eyes were, he felt helpless.
As expected, after reaching a certain age, he could not be as spontaneous as before. If not for the fact that he was getting married today, he did not think he would be able to get up.
He recalled that he had only slept for two hours last night. After returning from the hospital, he still could not fall asleep for some reason, even though he was clearly very sleepy. When he finally fell asleep, he felt like he had only slept for a second, and now, he felt awful.
