She could have told him that he wasn't fine, that he was drunk, but she kept that to himself. Howard seemed to be aware of what he had done, and if he wasn't, he would be very soon. No lecture would ever compare to a hang over.
"Lie down," Barbara told him. She moved the bin closer just in case he was going to vomit. He didn't like that queasy, but it was always a possibility.
Barbara left him on the bed to wet the face cloth in their bathroom. She returned to press it against his head gently. If nothing else it would clean up the sweat on his face a little.
After another moment she let him lie there alone while she fetched the kettle. Once it was filled with cold water from the tap, she brought it over with a glass.
"Hangovers are caused by dehydration brought on by the alcohol. I want you to drink a few glasses of water. It will help you a little once the alcohol has worn off."
Take it! TAKE IT! ...what?
"Lie down," Barbara told him. She moved the bin closer just in case he was going to vomit. He didn't like that queasy, but it was always a possibility.
Barbara left him on the bed to wet the face cloth in their bathroom. She returned to press it against his head gently. If nothing else it would clean up the sweat on his face a little.
After another moment she let him lie there alone while she fetched the kettle. Once it was filled with cold water from the tap, she brought it over with a glass.
"Hangovers are caused by dehydration brought on by the alcohol. I want you to drink a few glasses of water. It will help you a little once the alcohol has worn off."