She sat down there tired until her shift was up before heading home, the beer she tasted seemed not to be an ordinary one because it kept shaking her two unsteady legs.....
"Zina?"
he grabbed her, she looked extremely exhausted, tired and weak.. "What happened?"
tired of explaining she simply fell asleep in his arms.. was she drunk?
he scooped her up in his arms and walked into the bedroom but she needed a relief, food and shower it's not good to sleep in this manner without even Washing off her make up... he went to the kitchen personally and made a little warm concussion came back and Forced into her mouth to neutralize the alcohol..
he was blinking it wasn't exactly ten minutes when sweat gripped her and her eyes Opened in panic..
"Zina?"
she extended her hand and he helped her sit up... "Are you feeling better now?"
"Alot better, what did you do?"
"Some doctoring work", she suddenly blushed.. "Give me the pencil and the book before I run out of energy"..