Knock

Emma rapped a knuckle on the wooden door, causing it to open just an inch wider. Jenny groaned in response. Emma figured that was about as much as an invitation as she was going to get.

Pushing the door open and then entering the room, Emma saw her cousin tucked away in the bottom bunk. She fought back a smile as she took in the sight of Jenny. The girl was not handling her hangover as well as Emma had.

"Are you OK, Jenny?" Emma asked her cousin.

Jenny rolled over in the bed and mumbled something about wanting to die.

Emma moved closer and put a hand on Jenny's covered shoulder, feeling genuinely sorry for her. "Can I get you anything, Hun?"

"No, I just want to sleep." Jenny complained.

Emma decided to leave her be. She patted and squeezed Jenny's shoulder in a motherly fashion, then turned to leave.