91| Bad Feeling.

"Oh jeez, my head," I groan as I squeeze my eyelids. There's a searing stab of pain in my head, like someone's repeatedly banging my head with a hammer.

My eyes are not still open when I use my hands to search on the side table next to my bed. I come into contact with a glass of water, and I manage to sit up straight after gulping down its entire contents.

After that, my eyes slowly flutter open, and the glare of the sun causes me to flinch a little.

"Damn, I feel wiped," I rasp breathlessly.

I turn to the other side of the bed, but there's no sign of Sandra. Argh, she must've woken up early and left me to oversleep. The little sly

I am never drinking again. Why do people even do it? I feel so horrible. As I'm about to get up, I see something. There's a pill on the side table that I just grabbed a glass from. Damn it, I drank the water I was supposed to use to take the pill.

I groggily stand up from the bed to walk over to the centre table in the room, where there's a jug of water. I