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Authors: Tara Brown
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Where was Blake? He never left me. Ever.
I pushed the button to raise my bed to a sitting position. The feeling of movement gave me a head rush. It was nothing compared to the ones I had had the day before, when my dad had checked me in. I recalled very little beyond the sick feeling.
Shane stirred and opened one of his eyes. He yawned and smiled at me. His smile made me happy; I smiled back.
“ You’re awake now. Thank God. I guess that means you’re out of the danger zone,” he whispered stretching on the recliner chair. He stood and put a hand on my head. He bent his face and kissed my forehead. I didn’t have a reaction for it. I froze.
“ What?”
“ You and Giselle were given some crazy homemade date-rape drug. You saved Giselle’s life by drinking half of the glass. She’s still out. No sign of her waking up anytime soon either, and with these things, apparently the longer you sleep the worse it is.” He looked at the doctor and pointed in my direction, through the doorway.
“ Huh?”
“ You’ve been here for five days, in and out of sleep. Giselle isn’t even stirring, the doctor said she has brain activity but she isn’t waking. They are transporting her to Children's in the city, tomorrow I think."
I covered my eyes and thought for a moment. "What? What drug? Giselle? What?"
He brushed hair from my face. He was touching me and standing so close, I could feel the warmth of him. He spoke softly, "We found you guys upstairs…each in a pile of puke, Aimes."
I had stopped listening when he had said my nickname, Aimes. I liked it when he called me that. I didn’t understand why he was with me. I tried to be cool and stay engaged.
I blushed, remembering his spare room. “How did I get to bed at your house? I remember that I woke up naked.”
He shrugged. “We don’t know. While we were getting Giselle in the ambulance and everything, we left you upstairs. We came back and you were in bed and there was a giant pile of vomit at the top of the stairs.”
“ Wade helped me.” The memory flitted through my mind.
He shook his head. “No, Wade was gone, long before this happened. His girlfriend freaked on him for talking to your sister, and she made him leave. I was right there. You got yourself cleaned up, before the drug hit too hard.”
"He was there. I saw him." I remembered Wade—I remembered him carrying me. I wasn’t wrong. What if Wade had done things to me, while I slept? “My ring is gone.” I held my hand out, trying not to think about Wade potentially date raping me.
He reached into his pocket. “I found it in the pile of vomit—well on top. It was shiny and clean but sitting at the top of the pile. I grabbed it and washed it for you. I know how important it is to you, it was your mom's right?” He passed it to me. I put it on and tried to ignore that it slid on too easily. I had clearly lost more weight.
I blushed. “How do you know it’s important to me?”
He shrugged. “I pay more attention than you’d imagine, Aimee.”
I felt the heat in my face getting stronger.
He smiled. “It’s nice to see you have color again.”
Unsure where the conversation was going, I looked around. “Where’s Alise?”
He blushed. “Not sure. With Blake maybe. What do you remember?”
“ It’s a haze right now. Mostly I remember Wade.” I lay back down on the bed, feeling ready for some more sleep. His words came crashing back at me and I shot up thinking out loud. “Why is she with Blake?” My head spun.
He looked preoccupied and lost in my question. “I think it's Blake and Alise’s job to tell you about what happened with them.”
I frowned, wondering why he hadn’t answered me. The doctor and my dad came into the room, before I could ask more questions. I wanted the answer to my question, but my eyes got so heavy. I blinked and Shane was gone from the room, no doubt giving the doctor some space to check my vitals.
“ So, you’re awake?” The doctor put her
I pushed the button to raise my bed to a sitting position. The feeling of movement gave me a head rush. It was nothing compared to the ones I had had the day before, when my dad had checked me in. I recalled very little beyond the sick feeling.
Shane stirred and opened one of his eyes. He yawned and smiled at me. His smile made me happy; I smiled back.
“ You’re awake now. Thank God. I guess that means you’re out of the danger zone,” he whispered stretching on the recliner chair. He stood and put a hand on my head. He bent his face and kissed my forehead. I didn’t have a reaction for it. I froze.
“ What?”
“ You and Giselle were given some crazy homemade date-rape drug. You saved Giselle’s life by drinking half of the glass. She’s still out. No sign of her waking up anytime soon either, and with these things, apparently the longer you sleep the worse it is.” He looked at the doctor and pointed in my direction, through the doorway.
“ Huh?”
“ You’ve been here for five days, in and out of sleep. Giselle isn’t even stirring, the doctor said she has brain activity but she isn’t waking. They are transporting her to Children's in the city, tomorrow I think."
I covered my eyes and thought for a moment. "What? What drug? Giselle? What?"
He brushed hair from my face. He was touching me and standing so close, I could feel the warmth of him. He spoke softly, "We found you guys upstairs…each in a pile of puke, Aimes."
I had stopped listening when he had said my nickname, Aimes. I liked it when he called me that. I didn’t understand why he was with me. I tried to be cool and stay engaged.
I blushed, remembering his spare room. “How did I get to bed at your house? I remember that I woke up naked.”
He shrugged. “We don’t know. While we were getting Giselle in the ambulance and everything, we left you upstairs. We came back and you were in bed and there was a giant pile of vomit at the top of the stairs.”
“ Wade helped me.” The memory flitted through my mind.
He shook his head. “No, Wade was gone, long before this happened. His girlfriend freaked on him for talking to your sister, and she made him leave. I was right there. You got yourself cleaned up, before the drug hit too hard.”
"He was there. I saw him." I remembered Wade—I remembered him carrying me. I wasn’t wrong. What if Wade had done things to me, while I slept? “My ring is gone.” I held my hand out, trying not to think about Wade potentially date raping me.
He reached into his pocket. “I found it in the pile of vomit—well on top. It was shiny and clean but sitting at the top of the pile. I grabbed it and washed it for you. I know how important it is to you, it was your mom's right?” He passed it to me. I put it on and tried to ignore that it slid on too easily. I had clearly lost more weight.
I blushed. “How do you know it’s important to me?”
He shrugged. “I pay more attention than you’d imagine, Aimee.”
I felt the heat in my face getting stronger.
He smiled. “It’s nice to see you have color again.”
Unsure where the conversation was going, I looked around. “Where’s Alise?”
He blushed. “Not sure. With Blake maybe. What do you remember?”
“ It’s a haze right now. Mostly I remember Wade.” I lay back down on the bed, feeling ready for some more sleep. His words came crashing back at me and I shot up thinking out loud. “Why is she with Blake?” My head spun.
He looked preoccupied and lost in my question. “I think it's Blake and Alise’s job to tell you about what happened with them.”
I frowned, wondering why he hadn’t answered me. The doctor and my dad came into the room, before I could ask more questions. I wanted the answer to my question, but my eyes got so heavy. I blinked and Shane was gone from the room, no doubt giving the doctor some space to check my vitals.
“ So, you’re awake?” The doctor put her
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