"Then just consider this as me not caring about you," she said, her voice tight as she used all her strength to help him up from the cold bathroom tiles.
She half-dragged, half-carried his heavy frame back to the bed and laid him down.
It was painfully clear he was feeling awful.
As he lay on the bed, his body curled up into a tight ball like a shrimp, his usually handsome face was now twisted slightly in pain.
His teeth were chattering, and his hands were pressed hard against his stomach.
Rachel suddenly remembered a time before, when he had suffered from terrible stomach cramps in front of her.
Could that be happening again now?
Thinking back, it made sense; he had drunk so much, and when he was drinking with Garrett Vincent earlier, he must have been on a completely empty stomach since they hadn't eaten anything.
"Are you having stomach pain?" she asked, her voice softening with concern.
