eventually it just made me stop thinking period.”
“How long have you been in here?” she asked, sounding only mildly concerned.
I figured she would still be mad from yesterday, since she was normally a grudge holder, but I guessed right now with the way I looked, anybody would have felt sorry for me and at least waited until later to scream.
“All night,” I stammered, still fighting my gag reflex as I responded through clenched teeth, holding my jaw tight, trying not to dry heave again.
“We need to get you cleaned up,” Lena said as she crinkled her nose.
I nodded my head since that was about all I could do at the moment to let her know I was in agreement before laying my head back against the wall and closing my eyes in an attempt to concentrate on making the churning in my stomach stop.
“I think I need to go to the hospital,” I managed to say through lethargy.
“No!” Lena shouted at me.
“Lena, I think I’m dying,” I barely whimpered as I started to cry.
“You’ve just got some alcohol poisoning, that’s all. You can’t die, especially not from that,” Lena snapped.
“People do die from that, Lena. Just drive me to the emergency room, please?” I pleaded through my tears.
“No, no hospitals, absolutely not. I’m sorry, Mattie, it’s just out of the question. They can’t do anything for you anyway. You just need fluids and rest. You’ll be fine,” Lena said. Her voice had become irritated.
I did not understand why she was so against the idea of me going to the emergency room. It wasn’t like I went all the time, calling attention to myself that would hurt her or her dad’s reputation. I knew I was dehydrated enough that they would hook me up to an IV and give me some saline, take my blood to determine my blood/alcohol level, treat me accordingly, and send me home with a spank on the hand since it was my first offense. I had no intention of telling them who gave me the alcohol, if that’s what she was worried about. I could care less about getting anyone in trouble. I just knew I was sick and I needed help!
Lena had already gotten out my pajamas, a towel, and washcloth in a matter of minutes. She turned on my shower and adjusted the water temperature. Putting my body wash, shampoo, and conditioner in the bottom on the tiles, she instructed me to undress and crawl in, letting the warm water wash over me. I took my shower sitting down next to the drain in the center so that I wouldn’t fall and hurt myself. She told me when I got done to leave the shower running and she would come in and turn everything off after I had gotten into my pajamas. Once I had my instructions, she helped me unzip the back of my dress and left, closing the bathroom door behind her.
The warm water felt cleansing as it hit my face. I couldn’t believe I had been stupid enough to drink three bottles of champagne, minus the few glasses Ian sipped on over the course of the evening. Lena was right, I really was lame. That’s when it all started coming back to me. Up until this very moment, I had forgotten about what happened after the restaurant. Bits and pieces started popping into my mind now that I was sobering up.
I remembered singing in the car, not being able to find the key, and totally making out with Ian. Did I really instigate that like a drunken moron? Then I remembered him telling me something about making it special. Mother of pearl! Had I been considering having drunken sex with Ian last night? Why in the world would I even consider giving that away to someone I hardly knew at all? Why couldn’t I remember the details of how that had come about?
How close had I come? I couldn’t believe that there were such huge black holes in my memory of last night. Other than the few bits and pieces I had recalled in the shower, the last thing I remembered was looking at the impressive plate of food the waiter had sat down in front of me. I threw more water on my face, trying to wash away the feeling
“How long have you been in here?” she asked, sounding only mildly concerned.
I figured she would still be mad from yesterday, since she was normally a grudge holder, but I guessed right now with the way I looked, anybody would have felt sorry for me and at least waited until later to scream.
“All night,” I stammered, still fighting my gag reflex as I responded through clenched teeth, holding my jaw tight, trying not to dry heave again.
“We need to get you cleaned up,” Lena said as she crinkled her nose.
I nodded my head since that was about all I could do at the moment to let her know I was in agreement before laying my head back against the wall and closing my eyes in an attempt to concentrate on making the churning in my stomach stop.
“I think I need to go to the hospital,” I managed to say through lethargy.
“No!” Lena shouted at me.
“Lena, I think I’m dying,” I barely whimpered as I started to cry.
“You’ve just got some alcohol poisoning, that’s all. You can’t die, especially not from that,” Lena snapped.
“People do die from that, Lena. Just drive me to the emergency room, please?” I pleaded through my tears.
“No, no hospitals, absolutely not. I’m sorry, Mattie, it’s just out of the question. They can’t do anything for you anyway. You just need fluids and rest. You’ll be fine,” Lena said. Her voice had become irritated.
I did not understand why she was so against the idea of me going to the emergency room. It wasn’t like I went all the time, calling attention to myself that would hurt her or her dad’s reputation. I knew I was dehydrated enough that they would hook me up to an IV and give me some saline, take my blood to determine my blood/alcohol level, treat me accordingly, and send me home with a spank on the hand since it was my first offense. I had no intention of telling them who gave me the alcohol, if that’s what she was worried about. I could care less about getting anyone in trouble. I just knew I was sick and I needed help!
Lena had already gotten out my pajamas, a towel, and washcloth in a matter of minutes. She turned on my shower and adjusted the water temperature. Putting my body wash, shampoo, and conditioner in the bottom on the tiles, she instructed me to undress and crawl in, letting the warm water wash over me. I took my shower sitting down next to the drain in the center so that I wouldn’t fall and hurt myself. She told me when I got done to leave the shower running and she would come in and turn everything off after I had gotten into my pajamas. Once I had my instructions, she helped me unzip the back of my dress and left, closing the bathroom door behind her.
The warm water felt cleansing as it hit my face. I couldn’t believe I had been stupid enough to drink three bottles of champagne, minus the few glasses Ian sipped on over the course of the evening. Lena was right, I really was lame. That’s when it all started coming back to me. Up until this very moment, I had forgotten about what happened after the restaurant. Bits and pieces started popping into my mind now that I was sobering up.
I remembered singing in the car, not being able to find the key, and totally making out with Ian. Did I really instigate that like a drunken moron? Then I remembered him telling me something about making it special. Mother of pearl! Had I been considering having drunken sex with Ian last night? Why in the world would I even consider giving that away to someone I hardly knew at all? Why couldn’t I remember the details of how that had come about?
How close had I come? I couldn’t believe that there were such huge black holes in my memory of last night. Other than the few bits and pieces I had recalled in the shower, the last thing I remembered was looking at the impressive plate of food the waiter had sat down in front of me. I threw more water on my face, trying to wash away the feeling
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