18 EIGHTEEN

Celeste was hit with a violent wave of nausea before she even opened her eyes. She shot up at once feeling bile rise in her throat. She grabbed the tree for support as she emptied the contents of her stomach with a large heave. Celeste recoiled at the smell, but then she threw up again. She felt someone behind uphold her hair up and whisper words of comfort to her. God! She felt like absolute shit.

The events of last night came crashing back to Celeste.

"Oh God," She groaned crawling away from her own puke." Am I dying?"

Her stomach was churning and her throat burnt from vomiting. She looked up to see Thomas holding a flask of water to her, a sympathetic expression on his face. He had drunk more than her, yet he was the one standing. As if he had read her expression he said

"Been there, done that"