Chapter 2
Brian awoke to find Kevin hovering over him.
"Huh?" he said.
"I was about to wake you up. Whaddya do? Have a party all by yourself? Man,
look at this mess! How many bottles of wine did you drink?" Kevin looked
around the room, then to his cousin.
"Yeah, whatever."
Man, his head really hurt. How many bottles *did* he drink, anyway? It
seemed to be only half, maybe one bottle, but things got so fuzzy after
that, he couldn't really remember.
"Could you get me the aspirin please, Kev?" He lay back down on the
be. Ouch. Even that hurt.
Kevin returned a while later with the asprin and some coffee. "Try this. It
always works for me. Not that I drink a lot." He grinned. Then his face
turned serious as he looked around the room. "Brian, why did you drink so
many bottles of alcohol? Even the vodka is gone! And you never drink vodka!
Is there anything wrong? Is there anything you want to tell me?"
"Nahhhh." Brian groggily shook his head. "I just need to rest. I guess it's
just the stress finally taking its toll."
"Whatever. If you want to talk, just remember that I'm here." said Kevin,
unconvinced. He patted his cousin on the shoulder and departed. He decided
to call his family and tell them that he would be staying as he was worried
about Brian. When he got off the phone, he thought for a while. Then he
finally shook his head and went down the stairs.
Brian downed three asprins and the coffee, tasting the raw egg that was the
basis of Kevin's 'formula', and lay back down on the bed, hoping that the
'formula' would work, and quick. But just before he slipped into
unconsciousness again, he suddenly remembered the unfathomable look that
Kevin gave him just before he left. What did it mean? That long
unfanthomable look, however, was forgotten too, as he slipped into a deep
sleep.
Chapter 3
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