Page 89 of How We Fooled

“Yes. Here,” I state and don’t miss the way the cops eye each other.

“Did you drink anything?”

I look around, wondering what the hell is going on, and try to think back, then nod. “Yeah. I ordered a drink.”

“Did you get the drink, or did the waitress bring it to you?”

“I got it. From the bar. The waitress brought me a second one, but I didn’t finish it.”

“Where did you drink it?”

“What is going on?” I ask, getting frustrated with these silly questions. “Why is Eli in a back of a cop car?”

One of the police officers narrows his eyes at me. “You don’t remember?”

A wave of nausea rolls over me as I shake my head and dry-heave some more, then respond when I get control over my stomach. “Can someone please tell me what is going on?” My voice rises.

“I’m thinking someone drugged you,” the paramedic says, “so I need you to answer these questions.”

“You what?” I barely get out.

“Just answer the question. Where did you drink the drink?”

I take a deep breath as what he said really sinks in, so I try to think back. “I got it from the bar. Then, I took it back to our table.”

“Did you have just one? When did you end up back in the bar?”

I try to remember, but everything is coming up blank, so I start walking through the events out loud. “I drank the drink and then had to pee again. So, I got up, and I don’t remember anything after that.”

“Did you go to the restroom?”

I slowly shake my head. “I don’t know.”

“And you don’t remember anything after that?”

“No. Not until I started throwing up.”

“I think we need to get you to the hospital to get checked out. Is there a possibility you were with anyone alone? Did you go to a back room? To the restroom? Anything like that?”

Panic washes over me, and I suddenly can’t breathe. “I have no clue.”

He places his hand on my arm. “Don’t worry. You’re safe now. Let’s get you loaded up.”

“But what about Eli?”

“Eli is under arrest for the bar fight,” one of the officers says.

“The what?” I go to rush to his side, but lose my footing again, and the paramedic catches me before I fall to the floor.

“Is there anyone you can call?” the paramedic asks.

I shake my head.

“No one?”

“No one knows I’m here but him. We live a few hours away.”

The officers look at each other again, and I close my eyes, knowing getting drugged tonight is going to be the least of my worries when all of this comes to light.

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