Without thinking, I leapt out of the bed. The second I put my weight on it, pain ripped through my knee, then down my leg, making me yelp like a little girl. I couldn’t help it. It didn’t feel like an ordinary strain or dislocation at all. I fell back onto the bed, trying to take some deep breaths but I couldn’t. I couldn’t catch my breath at all.
I’d been drugged, and my knee was busted.
I almost wished I hadn’t woken up.
Janet gently rubbed my back, but it did nothing to soothe me. I was in too much pain.
“I don’t remember anything,” I said.
“Do you want me to call Izzy?” Janet asked.
I nodded, and she gave me a small smile before leaving the room.
“Are you sure you don’t remember anything else about last night?” Hunter asked, plopping down on the edge of the bed.
“I can’t remember shit after dancing with Isabelle! What am I supposed to be remembering?”
“Maybe who might have put a roofie in your drink?”
“How am I supposed to know? I told you, I was with Isabelle the whole time, you know that.”
“Did you see anyone near your drinks?”
I shook my head again. “There were so many people. I’m a fucking idiot, what was I thinking, putting our glasses down without watching them? What if Isabelle had taken my glass by mistake?”
My body went cold just thinking about the idea of it being her waking up in the hospital and not me.
“I think you were the mistake,” Hunter said. “I’ve been thinking about this since last night. There were four glasses on the window ledge, and three of them belonged to girls. Izzy, Georgia and Willow. Who do we know who stalks girls, and was at the party last night?”
Leon. He sure was sly enough to slip a date rape drug into someone’s drink, and to know that it would be damn near impossible to prove that he did it.
“Why would he do that?” I asked. “It was so crowded in there, he was never gonna get a chance to drag someone out through all those people.”
“I’ve seen it happen at a party before. He could have found a way, and if he did-”
“I get it,” I interrupted. The idea of anyone being abused that way made me want to throw up.
Hunter’s theory made sense, but without any proof, all we had was a weak theory.
“So, are the police coming?” I asked.
Hunter nodded. “We had to wait for you to wake up and, er …”
“What?”
He fidgeted from side to side. “One of the nurses took a, er, a urine sample last night. We had to wait for confirmation there were drugs in your system.”
“Oh God,” I groaned.
Then I remembered my knee. Panic began to set in again.
“Hunter, I really need to get my leg checked out.”
“I know,” he said. “Try and stay calm, okay? I’ll go find a nurse, and your parents will-”
“My parents?” I interrupted. “You called them?”
“Of course. Janet called them last night when you were unconscious and we had no idea what was gonna happen to you. They’re trying to get a flight over as soon as they can.”