Hospital

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After slowly opening my eyes, I looked around me. What was going on? This was not a space I knew. Adjusting to the bright light above me I came to the conclusion that this was a hospital. What was I doing here?
Noticing the tubes hanging from my arm I knew that this was not to be taken lightly. When I touched my head I almost yelled out in pain. Even though the bandage covered the top of my head, I could feel that there were stitches in my head.
Something happened last night. I just wasn't sure what. Pushing myself up with my free arm I noticed my mum and dad sitting in the corner of the room. They both looked like they hadn't slept in days. 
"Jessy, how are you feeling?" my dad rushed over to the bed and grabbed my hand. This must be serious; whereas he usually kept his cool, he now looked like he was close to tears. 
"Like crap," I croaked, "Where's Luke? Is he okay?"
Even though my memory was blurred I knew that Luke had been there with me last night and and he was nowhere to be seen. This caused me to panic a little, but that panic made me feel light headed. I had to be calm or my head was about to explode.

"Luke's fine," my dad answered after a while, "Except for some bruises. Should I ask him to come in?"
I nodded, which wasn't a good decision because my neck also hurt like hell, and my dad let go of my hand to get Luke.
The first thing I noticed was the bandage around Luke's hand. I tried to smile - not sure if I wanted to please him or myself. With my free hand I gestured for him to come sit next to me. 
"Can I please talk to Luke for a moment? In private?" I asked the nurse who had just come in. She agreed and took everyone outside before my parents could disagree. They needed to leave the room because I wanted Luke to tell me what happened without them in the room. Since I didn't know a thing about my injuries he was the only one that could explain.
And even though the story wasn't going to be pleasant, I needed to hear it. 

Apparently the guy had drugged me by putting something in my drink. The doctors had found traces of a drug in my blood which could have knocked me out in a second if I had drunk the whole thing. That explained the fact that I hadn't passed out, even with great effort. 
Then, when a fight was going on between the guy and Luke, I had tried to intervene. I vaguely remembered part of that. However, I was knocked out by the guy with a wooden pole. The police had traced his fingerprints back to the pole, and thanks to Frank being a witness, he was arrested right away. 
This hadn't been the guy's first rodeo; he had been arrested twice before. He's now facing jail time because he had violated his parole. 
It was a lot to process but hearing this was good. I had needed to hear this. 
The one thing on my mind was 'How could I have been so stupid?'. I always tried to be careful but clearly I had failed in doing so.
Even more: it had resulted in me and Luke getting attacked. 

"I'm sorry," Luke pulled me out of my thoughts, "For getting you in so much trouble."
"Are you serious?" I said a little louder than intended - and cringed because my own voice cause me a headache, "You did nothing wrong. If anything, you saved my life. You stood up for me. I don't know what I was thinking... Fuck, I'm so stupid!"
I fell onto the pillow and groaned. I had always been aware of my boundaries, but here in Amsterdam they had disappeared. Every stupid thing, I had done in Amsterdam.
First, running away from the hotel. Then, going home with some guys I just met. Luckily that turned out well, but it could've been a whole lot different. Also smoking weed and drinking way too much.
And lastly this, which was the worst thing I had ever done. 
Amsterdam had been great, but clearly a place for me to get way out of line.

"By the way, do I have to stay here for long? I really don't like hospitals and this city is not good for me. I think I'm done with Amsterdam for now."
Luke shook his head.
"I don't know, but the nurse told me that you have to stay here at least until tomorrow. Yo have stiches in your head and you definitely would not want to fly home today or tomorrow. Also, they need to check on my hand too. It's pretty bruised. I guess that's what I deserve for standing up for you." he teased and I rolled my eyes at him. 
That was a wrong decision. Never before had my head hurt this much...


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