when nic woke up, the sun was already shining through his window, making it clear that it was past ten in the morning

but that wasn't the fact that had nic's brain all scrambled; it was the fact that, first of all, he couldn't remember much from last night, the unhealthy mix of drugs and alcohol having taken quite the toll on him, to the extent that he didn't even know what day it was

and why he was in his bed, in his bedroom, the distinct voices of his two younger siblings sounding muffled through the door, when the last memory he could recall had taken place in the bathroom of the party that his friends had hosted in their apartment

for all he knew, he could've spent days in his deep and - for once - peaceful slumber, next to you, his right arm slung around your waist comfortably

nic blinked against the sun that cast a faint glow onto his bedsheets, illuminating the side of your face as you still slept like he had only minutes ago

you were really pretty, he couldn't blame intoxicated-nic for letting you sleep in his bed, at least if that was all the two if you had done

sober-nic barely had any memories of the last waking hours before he'd fallen victim to the deep sleep he'd just awoken from; but judging from the uneasy and guilty feeling in the pit of his stomach he had relapsed again

while he slowly sat up, trying his hardest to recall the events of the party and after, how he'd gotten here, how you'd gotten here with him, what he took

blowing a stubborn curl that was blocking his view out of his face, nic let his eyes scan over his arms, the uneasy feeling in his stomach turning into an almost nauseating numbness as he spottet the puncture site of a syringe

did you make the same mistake?

a sudden surge of panic flooded his system as he carefully wrapped his fingers around your wrists to gently turn your arms, quickly yet precisely scanning your skin for any signs of punctures

when he felt you shift, his eyes flickered to your face, "'didn't mean to wake you up," he mumbled