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cold hands on my wrist to check my pulse.
“ Barely. I think I need more sleep.”
“ I agree, a few days maybe and you can go home. Right now though, we need to keep you for observation. You’re a very lucky girl.” Her tone was annoying.
“ I don’t feel lucky. I went to my first party ever and was drugged. Not so lucky, I think.” I kept my eyes closed. They were too heavy to try to lift.
My dad grabbed my hand and squeezed it tightly. “Well, the important thing is that you’re going to be okay.”
I pried open my eyes. “Dad you can’t blame Alise for this. It wasn’t her fault at all. I wanted to go to the party. Or Shane, he’s a very nice guy.”
He nodded. “I apologized to her—don’t worry. I was just so mad. I know Shane's a good guy. He's been here everyday. He sleeps and eats here. I’ve asked him, your sister, and Blake to try to help out. I want them to find out who did this to you. You kids will hear more than the adults will.”
There it was again—Alise and Blake in the same sentence. I knew that I wouldn’t get any answers from my dad, so I closed my eyes and thought about who would want to drug Giselle. The list was endless. She was beautiful and fairly dumb. The combination would be hard to resist. I had never been friends with her. Undoubtedly, something had to have happened to make me even consider drinking, not only with her, but in general.
The list would have to consist of who would date rape someone. In my sister's group of friends, again I felt the list was endless. She had friends who had been creepy when we had been in kindergarten. Senior year, they were serial killers waiting to strike. Then again, I was biased. They had all been mean to me on more than one occasion.
No one from my nerd table came to mind. All of them would have the capability and intelligence needed to make a homemade date-rape drug, but none of them would have done it.
Slowly but surely, the doctor and my dad left and I was alone to drift off to sleep again.
Chapter Two
Friends and foes
“ Aimee.”
I opened my eyes but no one was there.
I sat up, looking around. My stomach hurt. Thankfully, my pounding heart seemed to be supplying me with the energy.
“ Aimee,” the woman called me again. I was pretty sure it was Giselle’s voice.
I lowered my bed and stepped off gingerly, hoping I wouldn’t fall and reveal the opening in the back of the gown. Hospitals really were cruel with their open-backed gowns.
I started to walk from the room, not noticing the IV. I made it two steps, before I felt the stab of the moving needle. I stepped back and leaned against the machine. My hand burned where the needle went into it. I closed my eyes for a few seconds to let the throbbing stop.
I grabbed the IV machine and started my slow progression down the hall, in search of Giselle’s room. I didn’t know which room she was in, but there were only so many. My body ached and the IV machine didn’t seem happy about the trek either.
I saw her through the door, as I walked past the rooms peeking in. She was lying in her bed blinking. I grimaced, remembering the feeling of waking and not knowing what had happened. No one was in her room, but it looked like the gardener had been by. Every shelf, and even the windowsills, was full of flowers. I didn’t have a single flower.
I smiled at her as I crept into the room. “Hey Giselle,” I whispered. I didn’t really need to whisper. If anyone had been within earshot, they would have heard the loud squeak from my IV cart.
She turned her head, looking bewildered. Her eyes looked frightened. “Aimee, you’re here. I knew you were here. What happened?”
“ Someone got us good. We will both be here for a bit longer. This is my first time walking in almost a week.”
“ No, you were here. I saw you. You held my hand.”
“ No, maybe Alise came by to see you.”
“ Maybe,” she spoke as if her mouth were dry. I pushed the button to bring her to a
“ Barely. I think I need more sleep.”
“ I agree, a few days maybe and you can go home. Right now though, we need to keep you for observation. You’re a very lucky girl.” Her tone was annoying.
“ I don’t feel lucky. I went to my first party ever and was drugged. Not so lucky, I think.” I kept my eyes closed. They were too heavy to try to lift.
My dad grabbed my hand and squeezed it tightly. “Well, the important thing is that you’re going to be okay.”
I pried open my eyes. “Dad you can’t blame Alise for this. It wasn’t her fault at all. I wanted to go to the party. Or Shane, he’s a very nice guy.”
He nodded. “I apologized to her—don’t worry. I was just so mad. I know Shane's a good guy. He's been here everyday. He sleeps and eats here. I’ve asked him, your sister, and Blake to try to help out. I want them to find out who did this to you. You kids will hear more than the adults will.”
There it was again—Alise and Blake in the same sentence. I knew that I wouldn’t get any answers from my dad, so I closed my eyes and thought about who would want to drug Giselle. The list was endless. She was beautiful and fairly dumb. The combination would be hard to resist. I had never been friends with her. Undoubtedly, something had to have happened to make me even consider drinking, not only with her, but in general.
The list would have to consist of who would date rape someone. In my sister's group of friends, again I felt the list was endless. She had friends who had been creepy when we had been in kindergarten. Senior year, they were serial killers waiting to strike. Then again, I was biased. They had all been mean to me on more than one occasion.
No one from my nerd table came to mind. All of them would have the capability and intelligence needed to make a homemade date-rape drug, but none of them would have done it.
Slowly but surely, the doctor and my dad left and I was alone to drift off to sleep again.
Chapter Two
Friends and foes
“ Aimee.”
I opened my eyes but no one was there.
I sat up, looking around. My stomach hurt. Thankfully, my pounding heart seemed to be supplying me with the energy.
“ Aimee,” the woman called me again. I was pretty sure it was Giselle’s voice.
I lowered my bed and stepped off gingerly, hoping I wouldn’t fall and reveal the opening in the back of the gown. Hospitals really were cruel with their open-backed gowns.
I started to walk from the room, not noticing the IV. I made it two steps, before I felt the stab of the moving needle. I stepped back and leaned against the machine. My hand burned where the needle went into it. I closed my eyes for a few seconds to let the throbbing stop.
I grabbed the IV machine and started my slow progression down the hall, in search of Giselle’s room. I didn’t know which room she was in, but there were only so many. My body ached and the IV machine didn’t seem happy about the trek either.
I saw her through the door, as I walked past the rooms peeking in. She was lying in her bed blinking. I grimaced, remembering the feeling of waking and not knowing what had happened. No one was in her room, but it looked like the gardener had been by. Every shelf, and even the windowsills, was full of flowers. I didn’t have a single flower.
I smiled at her as I crept into the room. “Hey Giselle,” I whispered. I didn’t really need to whisper. If anyone had been within earshot, they would have heard the loud squeak from my IV cart.
She turned her head, looking bewildered. Her eyes looked frightened. “Aimee, you’re here. I knew you were here. What happened?”
“ Someone got us good. We will both be here for a bit longer. This is my first time walking in almost a week.”
“ No, you were here. I saw you. You held my hand.”
“ No, maybe Alise came by to see you.”
“ Maybe,” she spoke as if her mouth were dry. I pushed the button to bring her to a
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