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.

and laid him on the bed. Seeing that it was getting late,

cleaning up, I found Hendrix lying motionlessly

I said, "Hendrix!"

"Yes," he replied.

then walked

drunk, he heard me. I

him as he walked. I found some pajamas and a bath towel, and followed him in. After all, he was drunk. He stood under

buttons on his shirt. "Hendrix, take off your clothes before taking a bath." He

obedient in

under these circumstances, I had to help him take his pants

and take a

He nodded obediently.

out of the bathroom and closed

in the bedroom and waited for a long time. I could

up his clothes and

stopped, but

and saw Hendrix's sturdy back. I

a response. I

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