Bedridden || Andrew & Vaughn
It couldn't have been the alcohol. Andrew knew what he could handle and what he should stay away from and considering last night was a Sunday and he was very aware of having class and work today, he knew he didn't overdo it.
The world just seemed to hate him today. He was starting to worry, really. All he had to eat was a piece of toast and he promptly threw it up once he finished so he supposed it didn't count. Water was making it worse as well, so he opted for some Ginger Ale which seemed to be the only thing he could keep down.
He hoped and prayed to whatever God(s) existed that this was simply a 24 hour bug and tomorrow he wouldn't feel like death warmed over. He was glad someone was coming over, but at the same time he was worried about getting the other boy sick.
