A/N, I know this is short, really short, but that's cause I never realized I never finished writing this chapter (I wrote this in two different notebooks) and that I only had the first paragraph of it done. So I tried to pad this out as much as possible but there is a limit to how much padding one can do. Thanks to all of you who are reading this (even those of you who don't review.) and especially the ones who do!
He woke up to light that was far too bright streaming through the windows. He got out of bed, fighting the feeling of his stomach rolling over on itself, and closed the blinds, the ritching sound almost too much for him. He heard her stir ever so slightly as she squinted awake. "Ugh." She moaned, laying a hand to her forehead.
"Join the club." He told her, rubbing his temples. She swung her feet off the bed and as she stood, he watched an awful green color wash over her. A minute later she was in the bathroom, forehead resting against the cool porcelain. He pulled her hair back for her as her body revolted against what she had done the day before, and he handed her a towel, receiving a grateful smile.
"Thanks." She told him as she stood, running the faucet and rinsing her mouth out.
"This is why I hate beer." He headed back for the bed, and rolled to the far side of it, pulling the covers back. She glared at him. "What, the bed's plenty big for two people and I feel so sick right now I wouldn't even dream of moving an inch." She thought for a moment, and weariness took it's hold, and she fell, collapsing into the bed, barely drawing the covers back around her before falling asleep.
He stayed up for just a little bit, trying to block out the light by pulling the blanket over his head, and trying to stop the throbbing against his skull. He hadn't felt this horrible in a long time, at least when he got halfway through a bottle of scotch he didn't have this horrible of a hangover, hard liquor never affected him that much.
After a while he fell asleep, a light slumber, something that he kept waking from due to the absolute hell that was going on in his skull, the agonizing throbbing. But he didn't want to get up, because getting up would require far too much effort, and he didn't think his body could handle it. So instead he fought to stay asleep.
Each time he awake he found himself drifting closer and closer to the center of the bed, along with her, and each time he woke, he rolled back to his side, trying to stay away, lest he wake up wrapped around her, it was another thing that would just make his headache worse than it already was.
Eventually he fell back into a deep slumber, managing to fight off his headache enough to go back into a dreamless sleep, something that he needed more than anything at the moment.