As soon as my eyelids fluttered open, the light hit my eyes, and I instantly groaned in pain, then pulled the blanket over my face. My head felt like it was splitting in two, and I felt so damn nauseas.
Zach rolled over, then laid his arm over my abdomen. It took everything I had, to not throw up right at that moment. I pushed his arm off of me, then climbed off the bed. As I stumbled toward the bathroom, Zach groggily asked, "Are you okay, kitten?"
"No," I mumbled, as I stumbled into the bathroom. I barely made it to the toilet, before the contents of my stomach came spewing out of me.
Within seconds, Zach was kneeling beside me. He gently held my hair back, as I continued to vomit. When I knew I was done puking, I laid my arm across the toilet seat, then res
