The following morning, I woke up with my head pounding and my mouth and throat feeling parched. I opened my eyes, only to quickly shut them, as the light of the room stung my eyes. From what little I saw, however, I wasn't certain I wanted them open just yet. Was the room spinning just now? I felt weak and ached all over, making me want to vomit again, which I did, though I didn't know where it ended up.
"This is horrible." Softly, I moaned. "How can anyone keep getting drunk, feeling like this in the morning?"
"Good question." Came a feminine voice.
I moaned and covered my ears, as the response almost felt like shouting. "Not so loud." Grumbling, I complained.
"Sorry, kiddo." More softly, the woman replied. "The first grellan-gex is always the worst to endure."
Slowly, uncomfortably, I was able to open my eyes enough to see that the woman in my room was Mrs. Edozoik, a Metaturian friend of the family. "Do you have anything for this headache?" Wincing, I asked.
Mrs. Edozoik smiled patiently before giving me a tall glass of a strange colored liquid. It almost looked like a liquefied pixie stick. "It is called gorth-tarak." Smiling ruefully, she explained. "It's basically a detox smoothie... just don't ask what's in it."
Sighing, I took the glass from Mrs. Edozoik and quickly drank it down, fearing it would taste terrible. I was not disappointed. "Disgusting!" Coughing, I complained.
"It's designed to detoxify your body, not be good to the taste." Smiling, Mrs. Edozoik said. "Your symptoms should clear up within a half hour. Until then, I suggest you rest up for your belated birthday party."
I sighed, still feeling weak. "Are Mom and Dad mad at me?" Worried, I asked.
"That's the grellan-gex talking." Patiently, Mrs. Edozoik said. "Still, no one is mad at you, they're just worried. But do not fear, we will help you through this."
With that, she quietly left the room for me to rest.