Winona woke up with a pounding headache—iable when mixing painkillers with alcohol, a cocktail s not reended. She was in a helpless state, still questioning, "Where did I leave David?" The headache felt like a bde stabbing her brain, a hangover indug deep dizziness. Just the exposure to light made her head throb. She hated this feeling as much as she detested craving another pill.

  -Winona, e on, you have to wake up, - said Billy, from the floor not too far, yet not too close, enough to shake her, gently by her side. Winona opened her eyes to see the guy dressed in a suit and could only react to the sunlight, the dizziness, and the smell of alcohol—or was it perfume? She regurgitated, trying to hold back, closing her mouth, attempting to calm her nausea, but it was unstoppable; her body . She ended up vomiting on the bed and on Billy who was beside her, spreading vomit across the room.

  She pounded Billy's chest, spshing his neck; it dripped down to his pants. Billy breathed deeply. This woman is a mess in every aspect.

  -I'm sorry, - Winona said, embarrassed.

  Billy went straight to Winona's bathroom and tried to himself with a rge towel, attempting to rid the smell from his skin, but it was an unpleasant odor. Winona looked pale and white; her dark circles highlighted the ing appearance, and her Cartier dress, now vomited and damaged in some spots—a total disaster, no rhyme or reason.

  Billy took off his shirt as quickly as he could and soaked it in the sink. He looked somewhat bulky, and broad-built, but not much muscle there; his adolesce was more evident than maturity in his suit.

  -I'm sorry, - Winona said, staggering; her words were a whisper. She felt drowsy; her mouth was drier than ever, and she felt like vomiting again.

  -It doesn't matter; it's just vomit. You're a mess. We have thirty mio get ready for the set, - Billy said, downpying it, her in the mirror.

  -I don't want to go, - Winona said softly.

  -You have to go. e, you need lots of water and ask for fresh fruit, whole wheat bread, and jelly. Get your clothes ready; we'll go to my room. It smells horrible here, and I don't trust it entirely, - said Billy, putting on the bzer over his bare torso. Winona didn't objed did as she was asked.

  In her mind, she could only be ashamed for calling Billy names and saying bad things about someone who was only trying to help her. She grabbed a white shirt and rge gym pants, verse shoes, and followed Billy.

  -Good afternoon, sorry to bother you. I would like you to thhly in half an hour in rooms 408 and 415. Yes, sorry for the invenience. When I go down to the lobby, I'll pay for the undry service for some clothes, - said Billy.

  -You have to shower - said Billy.

  Winona examihe room and saw everything so tidy and that she thought she was in a new room; who makes their bed in a hotel, only a pulsive freak. She tried the water, and it was warm; her head was throbbing and pulsating, like a swollen hand; she felt it was going to break from the inside, but she mao bathe a ready.

  She found a rge blue sweater o her clothes and decided to put it on. Her headache was less severe; she stumbled out of the bathroom and decided to sleep for a while, fifteen minutes, for the door of Billy's room to open again, aered with a tray of food, wearing a sports shirt; he locked himself ihroom. Winona slept peacefully, feeling somewhat better than a few moments ago; Billy came out again dressed, and the vomit trail ended.

  -e on, Winona, you o wake up; we have to go to the set, - said Billy, takiemperature on her forehead. He didn't feel any strange heat or a high temperature.

  -I want to sleep a little longer, - Winona said, like a ball.

  Billy couldn't help but sigh at the woman in front of him; she still didn't uand.

  -e on, wake up, - said Billy.

  Opening her eyes slowly, she posed herself, although she didn't expect the care. She cut up the fruit, slowly disassembling it. She had breakfast as much as she could and didn't try the little rolls, but she moved silently so as not to disrupt the atmosphere. She couldn't help but pare it to other people she knew; most would have left her vomiting in bed. It was quite irresponsible—she thought to herself—putting on the bck sungsses with care.

  -e o's go downstairs; they're waiting for us - said Billy.

  They both left the room with their wet hair. Winona, oher hand, was a mess, something Samantha Mathis noticed, discreetly the couple ing down in the elevator; the two-hour dey was strange, but not many paid attention. Two hours of filming is something the director ot overlook, but it doesn't represent a big problem. With the arrival of summer, good weather allows everything to be arranged without any invenience.

  Winona emerged first, now more awake, aer suited for the situation. The dizziness persisted but wasn't as overwhelming as before. Vomiting relieved most of her pains.

  She spotted Trini Alvarado talking to Kirsten's mother, with Kirsten sitting oable, poking at her breakfast. Winona tried to muster a smile, but she felt exhausted, only managing to feign some sympathy; now she had to act even in her personal life.

  -Billy! -Kirsten shouted from afar.

  -Miss, - Billy aowledged.

  -I heard yoing to be my savior today. I'll fall into the water, and you'll e to rescue me—another cheesy se. I don't see the point, - Kirsten remarked.

  -I've got the know-how, - Billy ented, giving a brief nod to Kirsten's mother and Trini, who were whispering some things with Winona. Billy only dared to bid a polite farewell. It's better to distance himself; if he stays another minute among these women, they'll likely chip away at his sanity for the rest of the day.

  He walked through the brisk Massachusetts air, ly inviting due to the strong winds he couldn't help but curse the cold weather and the many years spent living in California, but the ge was wele. He took a deep breath ahe urge food vacation, tet it all, to find some space that would bring him peace.

  He walked for thirty mio the rec studio, which was already beginning to start. Another workday kicked off abruptly with a strong team effort.

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