I groaned, unable to feel or comprehend anything else besides the migraine that I was having right now. I wanted to just lay down forever but very soon I felt bile coming up my throat and I shot up, rushing to the bathroom before I threw myself into the toilet and threw up excessively. "Oh fuck, I hate drinking," I complained weakly as I threw up again. "Are you ok?" Quentin asked me and I turned to see him standing by the door. I nodded, before I paused, "no..." I started to cry, "no, I'm not ok," I threw up again and he walked into the bathroom, holding my hair back for me as I sat there pathetically and hoped this would all stop. "You drank a lot, last night," Quentin told me and I knew he was right
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