CHARLOTTE HANGOVER

    Ethan answered the door when she wanted to knock again. She suddenly decided it was a bad idea to go there. She looked down without saying anything and didn't know if she wanted to give it to him to give Charlotte or if she should persist and go in by herself. Ethan's gaze was tearing her down and she didn't know what to do. So much for minding her business. What if he tells her to stay out of his business, just like she had always told him? She decided to turn back and leave.

     "Are you going to stand there all day or do you have another better plan?" Ethan asked. 

       Without saying any words, Faith went in. This was her second time coming into that room. She looked around. Charlotte was sprawled on the bed, looking so helpless, she didn't see Faith when she came in. Faith went over to the nightstand and dropped the tray. She sat on the edge of the bed and tapped Charlotte on the leg. 

      Charlotte opened her eyes and managed a weak smile when she saw Faith.  "Hey." 

       Faith felt guilty for making Charlotte drink too much. Ethan was no longer in the room, he left, probably to the living room. Faith knew he was mad from all indications, but she doesn't know if he was mad at her.

        "Could you sit up? I got you some things to relieve you." 

       Charlotte sat up and leaned against the headboard. Faith looked at her, even though Charlotte was sloshed to the gills and had a hangover from hell, she looked fabulous. Her blue eyes seemed to shine and her cheeks were flush and her lips looked sexy and slightly swollen. 

        Faith handed her the bowl of oatmeal and her face crumpled. She made for the bathroom again. Faith took the bowl. She started to throw up again. 

      "I'm sorry, this had to come now!" she yelled from the bathroom.  "This is why I don't take much alcohol." 

      It made Faith feel guilty, guilty for thinking she was some kind of psycho that sell sex videos for money. This was the reason she refused to take much alcohol that day? Her hangover was worst than Faith's. But she had taken it last night, maybe to prove to Faith that she wasn't whatever she thought she was or maybe to let Faith know she wasn't in it alone. 

     Faith stood up from the bed and went over to the bathroom and rubbed her back while she vomited. After some seconds of vomiting nothing, Charlotte slumped on the ground. Faith had to help her up. She helped her to the bed. 

      "I'm sorry, you drank this much because of me," Faith said when she had helped her to the bed. 

       "You don't need to be. I am responsible for my actions," Charlotte replied like she was out of breath. 

        "Responsible or not, I influenced you." 

        "I am an adult and choose what influences me." 

         "I'm still sorry." Faith gave her the Avomine tablet and the ice Coca-Cola.  "This would make you stop vomiting." 

       Charlotte took the tablet and swallowed then took a long gulp from the Coca-Cola.  "Thank you," she said with a smile, that wholesome flush  still on her cheeks.