I sit on my bed, trying to listen for any sign of Damon walking around the apartment. But it is hard to focus on anything with the head ache I have.
I get the sudden queasiness in my stomach and I rush to the door of my room, throwing it open and running to the toilet. At that moment, not caring about if Damon sees me or not.
As soon as I get the toilet, I empty the content of my stomach, feeling it burn up my throat, leaving the worst taste in my mouth.
“That doesn’t sound too good” I hear Damon’s cocky voice from the entrance of the bathroom.
Once I feel comfortable that I am not going to vomit again, I tie my hair behind my head and brush my teeth, getting rid of the awful taste and replacing it with the fresh mint.
“You okay?” Damon’s voice low and soft as he leans against the doo
