Doctors Orders for a Hangover - Phil Wenneck

Chapter 6

Emily's P.O.V. ~ The Next Morning

I groan as I'm awoken by yelling from another room in the villa. I roll over and snuggle close to the warmth next to me. I feel arms wrap around me, holding me close. I smile to myself before my eyebrows scrunch. My head is pounding and I'm snuggled to an unknown body. What the fuck happened last night?

Before I can even open my eyes, someone trips over me, kicking my side.

"Ow! Fuck!" I yell, moving.

"What the fuck?" The body next to me says.

I slowly open my eyes, knowing it will be bright.

"Phil! Em! Do not go into the bathroom!" I hear Alan yell.

"Goddamn, will you put on some pants?"

I look to my left to see Phil, naked from the waist up. I groan and hold my head. I glance down at myself to see a blanket covering me. I move it to see I'm wearing Phil's button up. Why...why am I wearing Phil's shirt? I look to see I'm still wearing my underwear and I let out a quiet breath of relief.

"Al, just calm down. It's me." Phil says, sitting up along with me.

"Phil, there is a tiger in the bathroom." Alan yells, slightly.

"What's going on?" Stu says, from the couch.

I groan. "Guys, my head hurts."

"It's okay, Em. We'll find you something." Phil whispers slightly to me.

"There's a jungle cat in the bathroom!" Alan says, ignoring me.

"Okay, okay Al, Al! I'll check it out." Phil says, standing up.

He kisses my head quickly before walking into the bathroom.

"Don't go in. Don't go in!" Alan says, loudly to Phil.

There's a loud growl from the bathroom. Phil quickly turns around and closes the door.

"Oh! Holy fuck! He's not kidding. There's a tiger in there." He laughs.

"No, there isn't." Stu says, softly.

I put my hand up toward Phil. He gently helps me stand up before helping me sit next to Stu on the couch. I pull the blanket around me.He goes back to our spot and grabs his other blue button up. He puts it around his shoulders.

"You okay, buddy?" Phil asks Stu.

"No. I'm in so much pain right now." He says.

"I understand that." I whisper, leaning back into the couch.

Phil sits down in the chair.

"Goddamn. Look at this place. Whew!" He says, putting his elbows on his knees.

Stu rubs his temples before sighing. "I know. Phil, they have mine and Emily's credit cards downstairs. We are so screwed."

"How does a tiger get into the bathroom?" Alan yells from the bathroom door. "It almost killed me!"

Phil leans forward and rubs my knee as he grabs a monster can.

"Hey, bro? You mind putting on some pants? I find it a little weird that I have to ask twice." Phil asks, taking a sip.

He holds it out to me and I sit up slowly, taking it.

"Pants at a time like this?" Alan looks around. "How come Em can walk around with no pants?"

"I'm not walking 'round, Alan. I'm sitting down. And what needs to not be seen is still covered." I explain, tugging the blanket over my lap a little more.