Several hours have passed since drunk Rose suddenly falls to sleep.
Rose wakes up with a headache. When she opened her eyes, her surroundings seemed to spin. She quickly closed her eyes again as she pinched her temples with her hands, trying to divert the pain she felt now.
"What happened to me? Why did I feel like dying?" She murmurs, but her soft whisper can be heard by Evan, sitting on the sofa watching a movie. He stood up and walked to the bed.
"Are you awake, wifey?" Evan's voice sounded concerned. He helped her to sit and gave her water and medicine. "Drink this. It will help you feel better…" Rose accepts the pills and drinks without saying anything. "Next time, don't drink too much wine. How many glasses do you usually drink?" She hears Evan's voice sound soft, but she can feel right now her husband scolding her.
"I could only drink two glasses, not a full glass. Only half full…." Her voice sounded hoarse.