When my eyes crack open, a wave of nausea hits me.
I sit up, the world moving, and I grip the bed for balance.
I fell asleep in an uncomfortable position, and my neck throbs, my hip aching. Getting up, I try not to stare too long at the empty side of the bed where Quill was supposed to be at.
Taking careful steps, the urge to vomit overwhelmed me, and I bolted for the restroom, hurling my guts out as wave after wave of nausea wrecked my body.
I don't know how long I was in there, but all I knew was that my stomach was sore, and I was dry heaving before I finally made myself get up from the floor. I rinsed out my mouth, wincing at the disgusting aftertaste, and chewed on the mint leaf.
Surprisingly, it helped with the nausea that was still hitting me. It eased the tension, and I sighed, trying to clear my head. I washed my face then, thinking about taking a bath.
