How can this be? Only this morning I was running about at the amusement park with so much energy that I literally vibrated if I sat still. Now, I was stumbling around the hallways of the Pokémon center, Snippet carrying most of my weight on our way to the bedroom.
My vision was blurred, my speech slurred, and my head throbbed. In a way, I felt drunk. And I'm too young to drink.
Maybe it wasn't alcohol that was the problem. As I plopped myself down on my bed and closed my eyes so the room would stop spinning and making me nauseous, a face came to mind.
We had spent the whole day together, enjoying the sights at Nimbasa's very own theme park. He was always the gentleman, offering to buy me sweets when he caught me staring at the stands. He seemed a little off though, as if he weren't sure how to act around people. He kept glancing back too, a semi-scared look deep in his eyes. I figured it would be best if I pretended not to notice; whoever he was looking for, it was his business; or maybe he was just making sure he kept far away enough from my Serperior who was surely cursing him in his own tongue.
I hadn't smiled or laughed so freely in so long. The fun we had intoxicated me bit by bit, and I hadn't noticed until it was too late. Being with him made me drunk.
And now, as I lay tangled in my sheets, sweating with the chills, I realized what was the problem. I was having the worst hangover from him.