Devils Roses 01 - Cursed

spoke the whole way. He was seething and it was better for my head if he didn’t talk. I threw up twice in the bowl on the way, mostly it was heaving and spitting. I had never felt that sick in my life, even with food poisoning.
    My dad nearly cried when he explained that the girl, who was still not awake, had shared her drinks with me all night.
    The nurse scowled at me, like I was one of those partying reckless teenagers who had burdened her dad with this.
    I was put on an IV and given some Gravol to make me sleep.
    I had weird dreams.
    Wade was in them and my mom. My mom kissed me on the forehead and put her hands over my eyes. I could hear people talking. They were arguing. Wade was beside me, whispering to me that everything was going to be okay. I finally got my mom’s hands off my eyes and I could see people kissing. It hurt me to see it, but I didn’t understand why. Wade stood between the kissing people and me and shook his head. He blew me a kiss and I woke up alone.
    I was groggy, but at least I knew where I was. I was tired and cold. I fell back into a dreamless sleep.
    I thought I was still dreaming, when I heard talking in the empty black space that had become my brain. “Are there any effects of this on her body, that we should be prepared for?” My dad’s voice sounded exhausted.
    “ Yes, she will need to be very careful for the next couple months. This is a serious thing. The level of the drugs we found in her system, was very high.” A lady spoke. I opened one of my eyes to see the light of day without the intense pain. I felt remarkably better and quite hungry.
    I looked around me to see my dad and a lady doctor standing in the hallway, just outside my door.
    Shane was on the chair beside my bed, passed out. He looked so peaceful, but his being in my room was freaking me out. Why would my sister's boyfriend be in my room and where was my sister? I looked around for Alise, but didn’t see her anywhere. I knew she must be around somewhere, if Shane was with me. 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