Ivis listened to him, licking her lips. “Yeah well…” She hesitated, “Sometimes drinking to forget is better. Sometimes it’s better to numb the feelings… then you can’t get hurt…” She sighed and sat up. “Although it hasn’t been working lately…”
Gray watcher her approach him. “Well if that is the case that means you need to do something different so you can let go and to keep on feeling is all.” Gray gets up. “Since you can stand lets get you to bed.” He offers her his hand as a support if needed.
Ivis hesitated, then sighing she took his hand, using it to stay balanced. “Sorry for the trouble man…” She said, hobbling along with him to her room. “Just… sorta lost a family member and well… I want him to not hate me anymore…” She scratched the back of her head with her free hand. “That and, a few other recent events…”
Gray help her to her room, “No trouble at all.” When they got out to the hallway Gray asked, “Like gone gone or respond gone? The family member?”
“I went to go see him after I did something and he… kicked me out…” She pulled herself onto her bed, plopping her face into her pillow, muffling her voice. “After that I… feel like shit. Complete shit…”
“Mmmhhhh…..” Gray agreed as he listened to her as he took off her shows and gloves, getting her as best as he could ready for bed without stripping her. “Well rested now. You’ll feel better in the morning……” Gray thought for moment and corrected himself by saying, “No that’s a lie. You feel like shit in the Mormon because of that weekend bad hangover you have. If you want to we can talk more than.” Gray ended up saying, a hand on her forehead stroking the hair out of her face.
Ivis sighed, shaking her head. “No I’ll just sleep, the sooner we get to the hangover the better.” She smiled up at Gray. He didn’t know her very well but he as a nice guy. “Thanks man… I owe ya one.”
“No you owe me nothing….. Gust doesn’t set me on fire in the morning and we be good! ;)” Gray left to leave but stopped at the doorway, “I’ll get you some water that you can have in the morning. See you later.” Ivis soon fell asleep and when she awoke she and a killer hangover and next to her bed was a pitcher of water in a glass and a few packages of crackers.
Ivis walked about the base with one hand over her eyes and the other to her pounding head. She had gotten sick that morning, but at least her stomach felt better. “Gray?” Ivis asked, groaning at the bright sunlight. She wish she had a pair of glasses or something. “Man where are ya?”