Sloth was too out of it to listen or care about Scott's whining. When he didn't make any move towards her, she stopped trying and was dead asleep in moments, gently snoring into the pillow.
It ended up taking many more hours than Scott was expecting for Sloth to come alive again. Minus a pee break and chugging some water and throwing it all up again around midday, she slept until the sun went down and a few hours beyond that. There was a lot of shit in her system for her abused liver to work through, and cracking her eyes open in daylight caused only pain and confusion.
Finally, eighteen hours later, Sloth lay still, her eyes half open, staying absolutely still until she could stomach being almost sober again. Her mouth felt like the inside of an old sock, her stomach was practically eating itself with hunger, and she needed the bathroom so bad- but so long as she didn't move, she could trick her body into thinking it was still asleep.
Scott was doing something, maybe playing games, she didn't know. She could hear something in the background anyway. She sure hoped he'd gotten over his little shit fit, because she could not even with him right now.