Chapter 7

Xena elaborated, "His digestion is troublesome. Without my special attention, he might require hospitalization. Don't dwell on it. I'll return at daybreak."

Again, I replied coolly, "Fine."

Xena seemed poised to continue, but Remy's voice interrupted from afar.

Xena hastily added, "Don't fret. I'll be back as soon as his stomach improves," before quickly ending the call.

I glanced at my phone and let out a soft laugh.

My emotions had been intense that evening, and I'd overindulged with Mike. Now my head was spinning and I felt queasy. I was intoxicated too.

I found myself rushing to the bathroom, vomiting repeatedly until I felt somewhat better, but then my stomach began to ache.

I then realized my own stomach wasn't in great condition either. I'd consumed alcohol too rapidly tonight, neglecting to eat beforehand to protect my stomach.

I frantically searched for antacids, too impatient to wait for hot water, and swallowed them with cold water before collapsing onto the bed.