Last night was a long fucking night. Pax was sick five times before he'd thrown up enough to down a glass of water and fall asleep. I kept waking him up to drink more, gave him a few ibuprofen so hopefully his hangover wouldn't sting as badly the next morning. At some point after I'd dragged Pax onto the bed in back, Ransom appeared and curled up next to me, like he didn't even care that Pax was sleeping in there, too. Between his nightmares and worrying that Paxton might have alcohol poisoning, I hardly got any sleep.
