I dragged him out of the hotel, and the driver drove the car over. After we hopped on, he leaned on my shoulder, breathing softly. It wasn't like him to be this quiet.

Halfway through the journey, he suddenly hollered, "Stop!"

The driver was confused but still pulled over. Hendrix got off the car and started throwing up.

I got off the car to buy some water for him. When I came back, I saw him leaning against the car, resting with his eyes closed.

"Rinse your mouth," I said, handing him the bottle of water.

He opened his eyes slightly and rinsed his mouth.

The driver restarted the car, and Hendrix laid in the car seat with his eyes shut.

Half an hour later, the car stopped outside the villa. I asked the driver to help get him into the bedroom while I went to the kitchen to get him a glass of water with honey.

But before I entered the kitchen, I heard someone vomiting upstairs. Hendrix threw up again before he could make it to the bedroom. He left a mess in

his wake.

The driver patted his back. I looked at Hendrix and didn't know what to say.

helped him back to his bedroom and laid him on the bed. Seeing that it was getting late,

found Hendrix lying

I said, "Hendrix!"

"Yes," he replied.

said, then walked over to him and unbuttoned his jacket. His

drunk, he heard me. I took off my coat and

and went into the bathroom, his legs wobbled beneath him as he walked. I found some pajamas and a bath towel, and

on

obedient in this

shirt aside, I was a little stunned. The

hadn't seen him before, but under these circumstances, I had to help him take

and take a

He nodded obediently.

of the bathroom and closed

bedroom and waited for a long time. I

his clothes and

water stopped, but he wasn't out

saw Hendrix's sturdy back. I quickly

didn't get a response. I frowned and

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