Can't Sleep... Love? (Mavi)

Morning Thirty

Ouch!

I groan as I turn around and open my eyes, squinting to get used to the light coming in from behind the curtains. I take in my surroundings and falter.

Where the hell am I?

Okay, don't panic. I'm in a bed, it smells fresh and clean, the room is neat. Now on to assessing my own state: I'm wearing my boxers only, feel overall sweaty and gross. There are bruises forming on my lower abdomen, not too bad, but someone has definitely handled me roughly. But I don't know when, where, how. Thinking hurts so badly. My head is pounding and my stomach cramping.

I turn to the bedside drawer, wanting to reach for my phone but it isn't there. Instead I find a bottle of water, pills and a piece of paper. I take it and try to focus on the words written down on it:

Hey Mitch,
if you're awake just call for me. Feel free to use the phone if I don't answer immediately, I'm probably napping. But whatever you do, don't get up alone, wait for me, please!

It's Tyler's handwriting, so I'm at his place? The guest room maybe, I haven't seen this before.

"Ty? Tyler" I try calling out his name but it's nothing more than a croaking sound. I cough dryly and try to sit up to take a sip of water to sooth my sore throat. Afterwards I take the landline phone and type in the number Tyler had scribbled down on the letter.

"Mitch? I'm coming up, wait a sec. Do you need something? Food? More water?"

"Something for my tummy?"

"I can prepare you some chamomile tea, deal?"

"Thanks. And fill me in about last night?"

"I'll be with you in five minutes and tell you everything, okay? Don't worry!"

With this he disconnects the call and I hear him rummaging downstairs.

I must have dosed off because the next thing I recognise is Tyler softly stroking my shoulder.

"Wake up, Mitch, your tea gets cold."

I open my eyes and focus on the blonde sitting on a chair beside the bed.

"Tyler" I whisper.

"Don't talk, just drink first. I put a little bit of honey in for the throat stuff."

He helps me sit up and hands me a mug. The tea is at perfect temperature and although I hate chamomile tea with a passion I have to admit that it is good. My throat feels better instantly and it doesn't upset my stomach at all.

"What happened?" I ask as I hand the now empty mug back to Tyler.

"What do you remember?"

I shrug my shoulders. "We were at the bar, dancing and having fun as always. I remember taking shots with Scott. I went to the bathroom and..." I try my best to remember more but there isn't anything. "I don't know more than the fact that I went away from you. That's it."

Tyler nods. "That's not too much but I'll fill you in. You must've passed out in the bathroom, I just know that a one of the regular bartender came to us with a security, totally distraught and asked us to come with them. Scott was high as fück, just like you. I learned that the new barkeeper spiked the shots."

I listen to his story, hoping it would help me remember, but it doesn't. Nothing rings a bell. "Why? What did he do?"

Tyler takes a deep breath and looks at me with a serious face. "They found him as he was undressing you. He wanted to..."