Ugh.
The first sensation I experience once I open my eyes in blinding pain. Literally. Blinding.
My eyes snap shut once more.
Why did I have to be stupid and drink last night?
I refrain from any physical movement. My tongue feels thick and fuzzy and my mouth tastes like sawdust.
Yes, I know what sawdust tastes like.
"Owwww." I moan, sounding like a wolf.
I lie as still as possible.
So much for going for a walk today.
Suddenly, my door opens with a click. A click that echoes throughout my sore head. My ears are ringing.
"Goodmorning Sunshine." Says a voice from the doorway.
"Stop yelling at me." I groan, an act that makes my head throb EVEN MORE.
"Sorry, I forgot you're supposed to whisper around people with hangovers." Indy apologizes in a hushed tone.
I keep my eyes firmly closed, even when I hear the snap of my blinds being shut.
"How are you feeling?" He asks as I feel him sit beside me and place a hand on my forehead.
" I feel like you said I would, Doctor Jones: absolute shit." I inform him quietly, trying to stop the pulse of my head.
"Well you don't have a fever. Is your head okay?"
"My head has a heartbeat, Doctor." I pout.
"Here, drink this." He says shoving a cup of some substance into my hands.
Assuming its not poison (I do trust him, you know) I take a sip and then spit it out allover myself.
"What the hell is this?" I ask, my closed eyes only imagining what putrid liquid is in the cup.
"I won't tell you, dear patient. Just drink." He commands.
I take a huffy breath in the direction of Indy's voice and down the rest of the nasty ass drink as fast as possible.
The pain ebbs just a little and I open my eyes gradually.
Jones is sitting in front of me, holding a tray of food, still in his suit from yesterday (minus the jacket and shoes) and as wrinkly as it looks, it looks good on him.
Curious as to what I look like, I walk over to my mirror.
From what I see, I'm a mess. Giant dark circles are under my eyes and my hair is back to the tangled mess we all know and love.
Splendid.
Indy sits on my bed as I bustle around and grab clothes to change into, an amused expression on his face. Without excusing myself, I walk to the bathroom and change into out of my girly dress into my beloved jeans (with the cuffs rolled up) and baby blue blouse. I comb the knots out of my hair and wash my hideous makeup off.
Ten whole minutes alter, I'm satisfied with my decent appearance and walk out. I take the tray from Indiana's hands and immerse myself (remember, I basically had eight soup crackers and sixteen shot glasses of vodka for dinner last night) into the food.
Somehow, Indy told the cook to make me a stack of five chocolate chip pancakes and a glass of fresh orange juice.
How considerate of him.
I dig in, smiling contentedly as my mouth is filled with chocolate chip goodness.
"So," I begin, chugging some orange juce, "After I fell asleep, what happened?"
"I went to bed. Got up early this morning and told Abner you were sick. And made you breakfast." He explains.
"You made this?" I ask, taking another bite of luscious pancakes.
"Yeah."
"Holy shit, this is good." I say through a mouthful of food. "Thank you."
He seems unpertrubed by my bad manners (Abners told me at least a million times not to talk with my mouth full). In fact, he smiles at my chocolate covered face.
"No problem. I've got nothing better to do. Abner's at an emergency meeting with Ox."
I finish my pancakes, believing its a new record, five pancakes in two minutes.
"Did he fall for the lie about me having a cold?" I question, scraping the excess chocolate off the late.
"Sure did."
My head begins to throb again, so I lay back down.
"Do you remember what happened last night?" He asks, laying down next to me.
"Yes. I wasn't that drunk." I say pointedly.
"Do you remember what we were talking about as you fell asleep?"
I thought about it.
"As a matter of fact, I do." I say. "You said I was something else and I asked you in what ways. I fell asleep before you could answer."
He looks uncomfortable, looking determinedly at the bed spread.
"What did you say, last night?" I ask.
"I don't remember, I was too tired." He says, and I know he won't budge.
"M'kay." I say, closing my eyes and nodding off.
He ruffles my hair before walking out.
"Jerk." I shout at him, my head pulsing gain much to my displeasure.
"Drunkard." He shoots back, and I can't help but grin as I fall asleep once more.