Sam woke to an absolutely pounding headache. She instantly cursed consciousness as overrated and groaned, pulling her covers further over her head.

"Wakey wakey sleepy head," Brooke’s soft voice whispered from a few feet away. Sam pulled the edge of her blanket down and she cracked open one eye. Sitting beside the bed patiently was Brooke watching her with a glass of OJ in one hand. Sam closed her eye when the light became too much.

"Why am I so stupid?" she asked as she burrowed under her covers again. She heard Brooke half-laugh, half-sigh. She heard the ruffle signifying that Brooke had moved and then felt the bed shift as Brooke sat down next to her.

"You’re not stupid, you were upset. But next time, please find a better way to deal with it," Brooke asked. "Alcohol isn’t a solution, it’s another problem. Come on, I’ve got some asprin and juice for you. Sit up and take it." Sam reluctantly did as she was told, the action making the room spin. She hated hangovers. She stayed sitting up and leaned into Brooke.

"I really screwed up, huh?" she asked. Brooke rubbed her back.

"No, I did by driving you to that point, Sam. I never should have kissed you and walked away," Brooke said guiltily. Sam sighed. (I knew she didn’t mean to kiss me) she thought dejectedly.

"Don’t worry about it, no harm, no foul. Won’t mention it again," Sam said as she leaned away from Brooke and back onto the bed. Brooke looked at her in confusion. (How is she managing to twist everything I say?)

"Sam, that’s not what I meant…" she started. Sam burrowed further under the covers.

"Can we talk about this later, like when it doesn’t feel like a herd of elephants is galloping through my brain hunting for peanuts?" Brooke giggled at the imagery. She layed down next to Sam. Sam shifted to face her.

"What are you doing?" she asked. Brooke kind of liked the shocked look on Sam’s face.

"Staying with you until you feel better, OK?" Sam frowned slightly.

"You don’t have to." Brooke smiled.

"I want to," she assured the hungover brunette while brushing some hair out of Sam’s face. Sam smiled back.