RP with justalilcontact | Getting through it
It seemed it was morning again. At least, the sunlight outside indicated that. It really could be any time of the day, but by now Chase had lost track. He pulled himself up against the pillows a little, feeling his t-shirt and the sheets damp from perspiration around him. The clock confirmed his suspicions, telling him it was nearly eleven am. He had finally managed to fall into a restless sleep at around five, so at least he'd stayed out for awhile.
His mouth felt constantly dry and he reached weakly for the glass of water on the nightstand, taking just a few, small tentative sips. His stomach still churned with a unrelenting nausea, but he didn't feel like throwing up again for a moment. Thank god for small rays of light. He had tried to anticipate all this as much as he possibly could, but now that he was there in the thick of it, he realised it had been impossible to guess how it was really going to be like.
His mouth felt constantly dry and he reached weakly for the glass of water on the nightstand, taking just a few, small tentative sips. His stomach still churned with a unrelenting nausea, but he didn't feel like throwing up again for a moment. Thank god for small rays of light. He had tried to anticipate all this as much as he possibly could, but now that he was there in the thick of it, he realised it had been impossible to guess how it was really going to be like.