45| Aftermath

“Ouch," I said, pushing myself up into a sitting position.

"Fuck... are you okay?" Alec asked, crouching in front of me to look at my eyes.

"Yeah; that was weird. My body feels strange today, like weak," I said.

"Yeah; the doctors said that could happen. I was trying to tell you... I don't know how much of last night you remember, but you were drugged." He explained.

I held onto his hard biceps as he lifted me from the floor, supporting my weight as he helped me to sit back on the couch.

"WHAT!?" I exclaimed. It made sense considering how terrible I felt. I also didn't think I would drink that much to where I wouldn't remember anything at all; that's never happened to me before. The last thing I remembered, I was having dinner with Ryan, Alec, and his stupid date.

My exclamation must have been loud enough to wake Ryan, because he was now sitting up, looking at me with concern. "Oh good! You're up! How are you feeling?"

"Like shit. And I really need to pee, but my legs don't seem