Lost in July

XII

Collin
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My head is pounding and honestly, I'm not entirely sure I can open my eyes right now.

Margo and I drank far too much and we both "forgot" that we were also on many medications, which no doubt played a part in our pitiful tolerance.

My entire body hurts and I'm not sure why. I feel stiff and I know my bed is uncomfortable, but not this uncomfortable.

When I can finally force my eyes open, I recognize that I'm on the floor, a singular pillow underneath my head and a hoodie laying on top of me to serve as a blanket.

Okay, why the hell am I on the floor?

I slowly pull myself up, only to be scared half to death by the body on my bed.

Margo is sleeping soundly, her mouth hung open a bit and my blanket lays over her.

Oh fuck. I have no recollection of the last few hours of last night. I remember saying something about my grandmother before the entire night goes blank.

The clock read seven AM, meaning we have a few hours before the nurses come to distribute our morning medication.

I'm already worried that they noticed two sleeping patients in one room, but I know they would've woken us up and demanded answers already.

My stomach is feeling all kinds of messed up and I honestly still feel a tad drunk.

I slowly start to shake Margo's shoulder, trying to be gentle but also strong enough that she'll actually wake up.

She starts to stir as I whisper her name. Once she opens her eyes and sees my face she jumps up, standing on the other side of the bed with wide eyes and very, very messy hair.

"What the fuck!" She shouts. I immediately shush her.

"Quiet! You're gonna get us caught," I whisper-yell.

Margo steps back. "I don't give a fuck. Why the hell am I in here, asleep, at," she pauses and looks to the clock. "seven in the morning!"

"Margo, if you don't stop shouting I'm going to suffocate you with a pillow." I say sternly.

She crosses her arms and scowls. "Then start talking!"

I explain to her that we got far too drunk in the library all night and must have come to my room afterward. I tell her that I woke up on the floor and assure her that nothing happened, or at least I hope, but neither of us have our memory.

"Oh my God. It's slowly coming back to me now," Margo cringes as she mulls over my words. "Sorry for shouting." She mumbles.

"Don't apologize, I get it. As much as I'd love to recount the night, we need to get you to your room before someone notices you're in here."

I walk towards the small window on my door and peer into the hallways. I don't see anyone with my limited viewpoint, but I'm trying my best to listen for any voices or footsteps.

"Relax, the morning nurses don't come in until eight and the night shift ends, and the sun is clearly risen." Margo plops back down on her bed, rubbing her temples and closing her eyes.