Page 87 of Deceptive Games
She managed to sort herself out now that I was stopping her from falling, but I had to help her button her jeans when she stood to flush.
We didn’t make it far from the bathroom before she was saying she felt sick and I had to help her back to the toilet, just in time for her to drop to her knees and throw up.
I sighed, holding her hair out of the way as she heaved. “If it makes you feel better, this is how my eighteenth ended too.”
“Is she okay?” Skeeter asked from behind me, and I glanced over my shoulder to see him standing in the doorway with a frown on his face.
“Overdid it a little, I think,” I said with a grimace. “Can you get her a bottle of water from the fridge? I think she’s done for the night.”
He eyed her for a moment before leaving to do as I’d asked, and I reached out to stroke her back, making her jerk in a panic. “Whoa, just me.”
She threw up again, concern building inside me when I noticed she was crying and her mascara was running.
“I’m sorry,” she mumbled, trying to wipe her eyes and practically missing her entire damn face.
“What for? You don’t think I’m usually the one hunched over the toilet? I’m the king of the porcelain throne, babe. Are you good for a second? I’ll get a washcloth for your face,” I murmured, waiting for her to nod before letting her hair go and moving across the room to the cupboard.
I quickly cleaned her face of mascara and tears, grabbing her hair carefully in time before she was throwing up again.
The door creaked as Skeeter entered, uncapping a bottle of water and giving me a dirty look when I reached for it. Apparently, he wanted to give it to her.
She sat back enough so he could let her sip it, not that it stayed down for long, and he took over holding her hair so I could find a bucket to put beside the bed.
I jogged down the stairs, almost running into Lukas and Jensen.
“Where is she? Skeet was taking her some water?” Lukas asked, and I cringed.
“Yeah, the birthday girl’s done for the night. She’s violently throwing up the contents of her stomach in my bathroom. I’m going to get her a bucket and try to get her into bed.”
“She’s sick?”
“Drank too much. She’ll be okay in the morning.”
He glanced up the stairs and I motioned for him to go and check on her, not surprised when he took the steps two at a time.
“Should we take her to the hospital?” Jensen asked as he followed me through the house.
“She needs water and sleep. She’ll be fine.”
“Ty—”
“I’m like that all the time, and I don’t need a hospital,” I reminded him, slipping into the laundry room for the bucket. He crossed his arms to watch me, not seeming convinced.
“You’re used to it.”
“So?”
“She’s not overdosing or something, is she?”
“She’s just had too much to drink, dude.”
He blew out a breath and followed me back upstairs, and I texted Caden to shut this shit down on my way.
Rory needed to sleep, and this party would just keep her awake.
My feet moved faster when I heard her crying from down the hallway, and I pushed into my bedroom to find Skeeter trying to restrain her as she fought him.
“Would you stay still? You’ll make yourself sick again,” he demanded.
