I woke up with a start. I was in a really uncomfortable chair... why? Oh yeah I was at hospital waiting for the girl I met, well rescued.
"Sir?" I turned and faced the nurse.
"You can see her now, she is in room 234."
"Thanks." I got up and followed the numbers until I got to 234. I took a deep breath and walked in. The girl was lying down and her eyes were closed. She was sleeping, I presumed but when I walked over to her bed her eyes snapped open. She had beautiful eyes, they were a mixture of brown and hazel. Her hair was still up in a now very messy pony tail. She had blonde hair but it was a natural blonde, not any of that fake bottle blonde stuff. She smiled at me shyly and I took a seat next to the bed. She tried to prop herself up but it obviously hurt a lot, considering the look on her face.
"Hey, be careful. You don't want to hurt yourself." I grabbed her shoulders and helped her into more of a sitting position.
"That's alright. Do you know what happened?"
"Yeah, basically someone DID spike my drink, I can't remember what they said it was but basically it is supposed to knock the person out but in my case, my body reacted to it and wanted to get rid of it and that was why there was so much vomiting. Then I got dehydrated and they operated on my stomach and now I have to be really careful about what I eat. I can only have really plain foods for about three weeks then I have to slowly build up but I can no longer touch any food with spices."
"No good, by the way what is your name?"
"I'm Summer, you?"
Louis must have been the guy who helped me last night. It was really nice of him to stay. I do remember last night, it just went fast. One thing I vivibly remember was that he didn't believe me when I said I wasn't drunk.
I frowned at him and said "You didn't believe me."
He looked at me blankly and said "Huh, what are you talking about?"
"When I told you that I wasn't drunk."
He chuckled and said "Well, come on! We were at a club! You were on the floor! And you couldn't walk! It was late! That was the only logical reason for why you were acting like you were!"
I crossed my arms and frowned at him, he was still laughing and it was hard to not be mad. He had the most adorable laugh. Soon enough I was laughing as well. But it hurt so I had to stop. Louis's smiling expression suddenly turned to concern.
"Are you okay."
I didn't respond because it hurt to much.
"Take that as a no, here allow me." With that he helped me lie down again. I pulled apart my hospital gown and saw a ten centimetre long scar running vertically down my stomach. I looked at it and then looked at Louis with a funny expression on my face. He laughed and said "Well that's gonna be a consistant reminder!"