Ying opened her eyes to a brightly lit room and squinted her eyes. Her dry mouth felt sticky with thick saliva. A slight movement of her body made her moan in pain as the headache was clear tell-tale of what she did last night. She wanted to retreat under the duvet to escape from the ache that ebbed and flowed like a cold tide through her skull.
A wave of nausea hit her hard making her run towards the bathroom. She needed to throw up and empty her guts before flushing her last night's shame along with it.
She was drained after puking her guts out and leaned her head against the cold glass wall of the shower. She had just closed her eyes to rest a bit when she heard, "You're finally awake."
Ying opened her eyes slowly and looked at Cali. She tried to smile but it was tiring. She barely made a sound at the back of her throat in reply. Ying licked her cracked and dehydrated lips as she continued to stay in the same position.
