Just What I Needed

Just What I Needed (47)

The world was spinning.

Moaning loudly, Keely squeezed her eyes shut, covering her face in her hands as she rolled over, snuggling deeply into the covers.

But when she awoke, her brain automatically began taking stock of her body, something that her already aching head did not appreciate. Her mouth tasted disgustingly of rum, making her stomach jerk dangerously as a shiver ran up her body. Then there was her shin which was throbbing with its own pulse,and her head, there was only one way to describe it; a hangover.

Wincing at her weak stomach, Keely finally opened her eyes. And although her first instinct was to slam them shut, ignore the world for a bit longer, she fought them to stay open, shoving herself up to a sitting position.

For a moment she stared stupidly, her mind moving slowly. Wasn't her window on the other wall?

Ignoring the nauseous feeling in her stomach, she crawled cautiously across the enormous bed, sinking into the soft cushions, until she reached the edge and peeked over.

“Oh god,” she muttered, throwing herself back onto the bed. But that wasn't a smart move, moving so quickly should have been avoided as it jostled her entire body, making her all the more dizzy as well as making her throat clench. “Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god,” Keely continued to mumble incoherently as covered her mouth with her hands. She couldn't help but think a hungover mind should not be put through the amount of thinking as she was doing at that moment, it was getting close to overloading on her addled mind.

Wincing she crawled back over to the edge of the bed, though slower this time and there was no jolt of surprise in her stomach as she looked down to Seth who was sleeping on the floor. The blanket he had thrown over him was half covering his body, giving a clear view to the CCR tee shirt and sweat pants he had on as he laid on his back.

“You awake?”

At the sound of his voice, Keely gave another violent jolt, staring down at him with wide eyes. Hadn't he been asleep?

“No, I wasn't asleep,” he answered her silent question with a yawn, rubbing his hands over his face.

Instantly she shut her gaping mouth, and gave asked an blank, “What?”

Giving a half of a snort, Seth finally opened his eyes, looking up at her. “Do you remember anything?”

A slight frown coming to her face, Keely thought back to the night before as she pulled herself up, supporting herself on her elbows as she looked across the room thoughtfully. She could remember clearly as she was sitting sullenly staring at the bar, but things became fuzzier as the night and the shots progressed.

Fighting back a blush at everything she could remember, she said, “I'm pretty good until I started yelling at the bartender as you pulled me out of the place...” Catching sight of a half empty bottle with a clear label of Jack Daniels sitting on the bureau, Keely felt the heat drain from her face as her gaze whipped back down to him. “I didn't drink more here with you, did I?”

“If you drank anymore you'd be getting your stomach pumped at the hospital,” he informed her, dropping his hands from his face. “Were trying to kill yourself or something?”

“Something of the sort,” she muttered vaguely, biting her lip. “Why am I in your room?”

Instead of answering right away, Seth just shoved himself onto his feet easily, running a hand through his hair. “You didn't have your room key on you.”

Although she wasn't sure she wanted to remember what she'd done, Keely pushed her mind, but all that came up was Christmas bells. Christmas bells? “Why didn't I just go get another room key, then?” she asked, shoving herself up on the bed so she was sitting again.