Sam barely had time to agree that was probably a good idea before she started working her spell. It may have been smarter to have come to her in the first place since she could've given him the release of sleep without having to get blind drunk in between. Still the habit of a lifetime was hard to break. At any rate it was mere moments before Sam's eyes closed and he fell back against the pillows of Gretel's bed.
There was no telling how long he was out for, the minute his head hit the pillow there was nothing but darkness - no thoughts, no dreams, just sleep. When he finally woke the first and only thing he was aware of was a relentless headache. Gretels spell always put him so far under it always took a while for him to realise where he was the next day. That disorientation coupled with the almost complete memory block of the night before and the severity of the pain in his head had him thinking he'd been knocked out cold by something and he was reluctant to open his eyes for fear of finding himself in another perilous situation. When he finally did open them a wave of relief swept through him when he realised he was in Gretel's room. Relief did not last long however as it gave way to nausea and tremor that felt as if it emanated from his core.
"Oh fuck" He groaned after attempting to move and then changing his mind again.