Sinners and Saints

Sinners and Saints Chapter 29 - Last Goodbye

“Here we go, angel,” I hear a man’s voice from very far away, “Come on, let’s get you to bed.”  I feel him pick me up and I’m totally unable to move anything.  Help him or stop him – doesn’t matter. 

“Jamie,” I whisper as strong hands wrap me up.  I can’t focus.  I can’t clear the fog from my head.  And the real me is pissed.  But I can’t cut through any of it. 

“No, Claire,” the voice chuckles and shifts me in his arms, “You’ve been given a dose of demon-juice.  Like a roofie for immortals.  I don’t know who did it, but if I were you, I wouldn’t trust the bi’s you’re with anymore.  Here we go,” he pauses and shifts me around a little, “Let’s get you to bed.” 

He fumbles a bit opening the door and then swings me through, carrying me directly to the bedroom and laying me out on the bed. 

“Not them,” I tell him, “Lil or her bi’s.  Gotta’ get back to the plane,” I try to sit up, but I can’t move a damned thing. 

“You’re not going anywhere for a while,” he tells me gently, brushing the hair out of my eyes. 

I tell him, “Don’t feel too good.” 

“I’m not surprised,” he chuckles softly, “Just go to sleep, angel.  The only thing you can do is sleep it off.” 

“Will you stay?” I ask as I feel him pulling my dress off and covering me with the other half of the comforter. 

“For a while,” he tells me softly and kisses my forehead. 

I wake up when my phone goes off.  It’s not a normal time for my alarm to go off, so it must have been set for me.  And now that I can think clearly, I know it must have been Drake who came to my rescue last night.  My head spins when I sit up, but I don’t have time to wallow in a hangover.  I shower and dress quickly and scrawl a note for Mona and Giselle before I head out.  The concierge speaks English and hails a cab for me and very soon I’m back in the plane. 

Alone. 

It’s still half an hour to take-off, so I’m not terribly surprised.  If Mona and Giselle are anything to go by, they’ll all pop in at the last possible minute.  But I am still feeling like crap, so I settle into my chair and try to go back to sleep. 

“Oh God,” I groan to myself, “I called Drake Jamie last night.  God, I’m just pathetic.  He comes all the way from Australia to help my drunk ass out and I don’t even have the decency to call him by name.” 

The embarrassment from that memory drives any thought of sleep from my mind.  I don’t have any idea what time it is in Sydney, so I pull out my phone and send him a text to apologize and thank him for coming to my rescue again. 

He doesn’t answer, but he could be asleep or otherwise occupied.  

Before everything happened, I would be commiserating with Jill and Jojo right now, letting them tease me and cheer me up.  Now, though, I just have myself.  I’ll text Mona and Gigi later, after they’ve slept off their night, but it’s just not the same. 

They are my friends.  Jojo and Jilly are my sisters. 

And I miss them. 

“Maybe it’s time to forgive them,” I tell sigh, “Or, more to the point, maybe it’s time to forgive myself.” 

Spain is lovely, but actually a little depressing.  There are protests in Madrid due to the high unemployment and austerity measures, so a lot of the usual tourist spots are closed.  Lil keeps wanting to see me in action, so she repeatedly drags me out to nightclubs to put me in action.