"Gonna shower," I said. "Feeling woozy."
"Sun, insufficient food, too much wine. Told ya," he observed.
"Uh huh. Olly?"
"Yeah?"
"Seriously, I think I need some help getting upstairs."
He was by my side immediately, concerned. "Shan, you OK?"
"Feeling light-headed. Just a bit, but don't particularly want to fall downstairs and bleed everywhere again."
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