Sleepy

Eli read Ryan's text, his brow furrowing in concern. He sat on the couch with Scarlet's head in his lap as they watched a movie, his hand absentmindedly running through her hair. His sister's text bothered him though, and he replied with his free hand.
Ok... Can I at least know
where you are?


Hunter didn't move for a few moments, but eventually he sat up a little straighter and started nibbling on the toast. It was dry enough that it helped encourage him to drink the water too. Even though it made him nauseous, at least it didn't come back up.

He managed to finish the water and one piece of toast before pushing the plate away. His eyes were more bloodshot than glazed now, but his face was still pale. All the laughter and humor was gone, leaving him miserable, but he wasn't even sure why. The reasons were all lost in the haze.

"I don't feel good," he mumbled. "Why are you still here? And where's my bike?" His eyes drifted shut and his head started to drop before he snapped it back up again. He wasn't even sure how he'd ended up back at his own apartment.