64. Chapter

The morning is complete shit, my head hurts, it's a strong hangover that stabs me fiercely. I move in bed, with great difficulty, making a super human effort I manage to stand up and walk to the bathroom. I look in the vanity for a pill for this infernal pain. But I can't find a single one.

Fuck.

I go to the room again and everything spins around me. I want to lie back on the bed and forget about the world. It doesn't take long before someone is already knocking on the door so insistently that it overwhelms me.

“Who plays? “I blurted out in a bad mood.

I feel like my head is going to explode.

“Sir, it's Fred. He is fine? “He asks on the other side of the door.

Of course I'm not okay, this fucking hangover is killing me. I think about it in my head, I don't tell him, or he will think I'm literally dying and I'm not.

“Fred, there's nothing to worry about, I'm getting ready, I'll be out in a moment.

“As you order, do you need anything?

"Yes, bring me a hangover pill, something that will