Mark had grabbed two two-litres of ginger ale, cough drops, some microwaveable chicken soup things, a box of saltines, and a couple of suckers at the store for Naya. Sure, she had only asked for ginger ale, but he was Super!Mark, so he was going to fucking deliver. He pushed his way back through the crowds to the hotel and finally made it up to her floor in one piece. He tried his best to smooth his rumpled clothing and knocked on the door with the toe of his boot. “Room service!”
Naya was laying in bed, miserable as hell. Everything ached and she had the worst headache possible, as if she’d been drinking but she hadn’t. She heard people being loud in the room beside hers and groaned, rolling over and burying her face in the pillow. When she heard a knock on the door, she jumped out of shock and slowly got up, making her way over to the door. She opened it a little to see who it was and smiled slowly when she saw Mark. “Hi, there. Come on in.” She opened the door and went back to the bed.
