MiniZerk - You Could Follow Your Heart

Chapter 7

For solace, Simon took to the bar in the small hope that some alcohol in his system would end up making him feel better. He opted to go alone, in case he ended up breaking down; he didn't want anyone to see him in that state.

A man at the bar with a red tint to his beard offered to buy Simon a shot of whiskey, which he gladly accepted whilst sipping at his drink of choice, a fruity concoction with vodka in it that Josh introduced him to a few years prior.

Josh . Even thinking of that name was enough to keep the drinks coming. The man (Michael, Simon is pretty sure) kept on buying him shots while they spoke about nothing and everything. The more drunk he got, the more Simon opened up about himself and felt like socializing.

The more drunk he got, the more dizzy he got. Before he knew it, he was collapsed against the bar, conscious but sweating fiercely and unable to pick himself up.

He felt himself being picked up and carried into the washroom. He felt prodding at his bum and a hand palming his cock through his jeans.

Face smashed against a dirty urinal, Simon Minter was fucked brutally enough to faint.

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Donnie was a gorgeous police officer with tousled brown hair. He was the one who picked Simon up off of the floor of the bathroom and helped move him into the ambulance when he could not walk. He had regained consciousness and laid passed out on the floor in a pool of his own blood, cum, and piss until an employee discovered him and called the police.

Donnie took Simon's statement of the incident on the way to the hospital. Though in his hungover stupor, Simon could recall very few details of everything and his intelligible mumbling probably didn't help much of anything. He was in pain, he was thirsty, and he felt...different.

He felt dirty.

At the hospital, as they hooked him up to quiet machinery, they asked Simon who he wanted them to call. As an IV pierced his skin, Simon was forced to recall that his parents were currently vacationing, and he had fewer options than he would have liked. In the end, he decided that JJ was the right person. He didn't want anyone else, especially Madden or (god forbid) Josh, to see him in such a fragile state.

In less than ten minutes, JJ was there, and Simon started crying the moment he came into the room.

"Madden called me...all of us were worried when you wouldn't answer your phone," JJ spoke softer than normal, gently bringing Simon into a meaningful, slightly awkward embrace.

"Simon, please don't cry...the police said his DNA was all over you...they can find him. You're not any less of a person."

Simon almost begged to differ, but he stayed silent, weeping into JJ's chest for a few minutes before pulling away, curiosity burning in his mind. "...and Josh?"

JJ rubbed Simon's back gently, not pulling away from their half-embrace. "Josh is in the waiting room. So are all of the other guys...I didn't know if you wanted them around."

"Not particularly," Simon replied bleakly, feeling weaker than ever. "I didn't want anyone to see me like this. It's pathetic."

"It's not, Simon. They're just worried."

This was the sort of thing that someone just couldn't predict. Even still, Simon felt that he was just being stupid. He had allowed a stranger at the bar to keep giving him drinks even though he was well past the point of sobriety. It was his own fault for letting himself become so vulnerable, and now that feeling of guilt was so heavy on his mind he felt sick.

When it was clear that Simon wasn't going to speak, JJ kept going. "The test results came back already. Looks like you're clean but apparently you were drugged. Do you remember that at all?"

"No. I hardly remember anything. I was so fucking drunk he could have been putting sand in my drink and I wouldn't be able to tell the difference."

JJ went silent after that, and Simon thought it was probably for the better.