Claire's POV
I wake with a splitting headache. My head feels like it's being crushed on asphalt. Hangovers are no joke.
Clutching my head, I stand from bed with a groan, I am met with immediate regret as my head spins with a ridiculous force, like there's a circus in my head. I shouldn't have drank so much. Ugh!
'How did I even get home?,' I wondered.
Squeezing my eyes tightly shut, I groaned softly, pressing my fingers to my temples. My head hurts badly the more I try to think, so I stop thinking. That's probably safer for my current predicament.
I gently move myself to get out of bed. I needed to get some ibuprofen or something. This is killing me.
I try to push further, to remember something, anything out of the haze of my memory but the harder I think, the sharper the pain becomes, stabbing behind my eyes. I wince.
"Okay…definitely not worth it," I mutter, giving up.
Everything hurts like a bitch. Ugh.
