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It was after twelve when I woke up in Hell. Well, actually I wasn't Hell, just the floor of the bathroom. My body was curved around the toilet. Livia had tried to get me back into bed around ten, but I refused. She hated to leave me, but I assured her it was better if she went on to her volunteer job down at the church.
It was possible that I’d actually puked up an intestine or two. With a chorus of obsenties and groans, I rolled into a sitting a position. “Fuck,” I murmured. I don’t know how Montezuma’s Revenge had happened. I’d been so careful about the water—even the fruit at dinner.
On hands and knees, I crawled back into the bedroom. It took all the strength I had left to hoist myself into the bed.
At three, a gentle knocking woke me up. “Yeah,” I croaked.
“Mia? It’s Joaquin. I wanted to check on you.”
Oh no, please no. I couldn’t let the Hispanic Hottie see me like this with puke stains on my shirt not to mention potential shit stains on my pajamas.
“Um, I’m okay, thanks,” I replied, my voice muffled as I burrowed deeper under the covers.
The door tentatively opened. “Listen, Livia told me you’d gotten sick. You really need to drink something or you’re going to dehydrate.”
I rose up in exasperation and stared at him. “Well, you know what? Eating and drinking down here is what brought on all this, so if it’s all right with you, I’d prefer never doing it again!”
A smile tugged at the corner of his lips. I’m sure he was mildly amused by my appearance. I’d forgotten to take my mascara off the night before, so I looked like a mix between a raccoon and a rooster with my crazy hair.
Obviously, I didn’t scare him off because he continued into the bedroom. He sat a bag down on the edge of the bed. “I wasn’t sure what flavor you liked best, so I brought a mixture.” After rustling inside, he held out a bottle of lime Gatorade—my favorite.
“Oh,” I murmured.
“You don’t like this kind?”
I quickly shook my head. “No, no, I do. It’s my favorite actually.”
A relieved look flashed across his face. “Oh good.”
He handed me the bottle, and I took a few cautious sips. When my stomach didn’t throw a hissy, I drank the bottle down. I smiled. “Thanks, I really appreciate that.”
“No problem.”
