"Fucking hell..." I groan loudly from the splitting headache that was pounding my head in right now, curling up in a ball as I grip my head tight and calling for Five. "Five...?" I peek out from beneath the blankets, squinting against the bright light that stepped through the gaps of the blinds. "Shit..." I hiss as I slowly sit up, blinking away the sudden flash of purple light? I grumble and open my eyes again to see Five?
"Baby?" he groans, sounding sick.
"What...? When did you get here?" I ask drowsily and he blinks at me groggily. "You look like shit..."
"So do you..." he gags, clutching his stomach like he was gonna throw up.
"Five-!?" I straighten up when he steps back but suddenly disappears into thin air with a flash of purple. "FIVE!?" I gasp when he suddenly reappears again, stumbling towards the bed. I quickly crawl over to hold his shoulders as he grunts, covering his mouth. "You feeling ok-?"
"-no! I don't think I am, sweets!" my love quickly stumbles away and rushes for the bathroom, throwing up in the toilet and that spurs a chain reaction from my body as I scramble out of bed to throw up in the other bathroom toilet we had.
"Fuck, man!" I grumble out as I hag into the toilet.
"You don't think you have the same thing as I do, right (y/n)?" I hear my boyfriend grumble out in a sickly tone.
"I fucking hope not-" I heave into the toilet, throwing up all the alcohol I had downed last night. I feel Five rub my back as he holds my hair back for me after he was done hanging.
"Baby, you gotta tone it down with the drinking..."
"Says that 64-year-old alcoholic..." I groan as I clean myself off with the toilet paper, closing the toilet lid and flushing everything down. My love helps me back up on my feet and takes me back to our bedroom bathroom so I could wash my face and brush my teeth, handing his brush to him to clean his teeth too. We throw out our yucky brushes and open new ones, walking out into the living room after and dropping on the couches with a groan. "So... what the fuck...?" I look at my sweet assassin as he runs his fingers through his hair. "You got a haircut..." His hair was now shorter, reaching up to brush it back and wipe away the sheen of sweat on his forehead. "It looks really good."
"Thank you, sweetheart. But that's besides the point right now." He pinches the bridge of his nose, something he usually does when a headache starts to form.
