cleared her throat. “Jillian, when
you were brought in we did a tox screen. It tests for any drugs in
your system. The results showed an extremely high level of gamma
hydroxybutyrate, also known as GHB. In high doses, it causes an
extreme relaxed state to the point of slowing your heart rate and
causing breathing problems.”
My brain pounded at this information. “GHB?
Isn’t that ecstasy?”
“That’s one use,” Detective Murray said.
I looked at my mom with panic. “I swear. I
didn’t take anything. I’m not on drugs.”
Even though I was a grown adult, I still
feared my mother’s disapproval. I needed her to know I hadn’t taken
anything. I knew Lincoln knew I wouldn’t do drugs, but I didn’t
want my mother to think I had done something wrong.
She reached forward and ran her hand over my
hair. “I know. I know, Jilly Bean.”
“Jillian.” Detective Murray called my
attention. “Another use for GHB is as a date rape drug.”
I felt my face pale as blood drained from it.
Rape. The word alone strikes fear into the hearts of most
women.
“I was raped?” My voice was almost a
whisper.
“No.” Lincoln said immediately. “No. You were
never alone. No one would have had an opportunity. And I would be
in jail for murder right now if someone had.”
I closed my eyes and took a deep calming
breath. I squeezed Lincoln’s hand again. My poor Lincoln. He must
have been beside himself with anxiety while I was unconscious.
Detective Murray pulled out a small notebook
and pen. “We think someone slipped it into your drink at the game.
Do you remember anyone that looked out of place? Maybe someone
standing near you at the bar?”
I shook my head and pointed at Lincoln’s
brother. “I didn’t even get my drink. Carter got it for me.”
Carter looked as if he were in pain, but the
detective simply nodded. He already knew this information.
“No one that seemed out of place in the
suite?”
I shook my head again. “Could I please have a
minute alone with Lincoln?”
Detective Murray shook his head. “I’m sorry,
but I still have some questions.”
Lincoln glared at the detective. “You’ve
interviewed everyone who was there. You already have your answers.
She didn’t see anything.”
“Lincoln, it’s okay—” I started to say.
“No, you need to rest.”
Dr. Ashburn spoke up. “Lincoln is right. She
needs her rest. Any more questions can wait until tomorrow.”
Detective Murray didn’t look happy, but he
put his notepad away. “Fine. I’ll be back at nine o’clock tomorrow
morning.”
“Here? Can’t I go home?” I pleaded with the
doctor.
“I’m sorry, Jillian. I’d like to keep you one
more night for observation. But we’ll take the catheter and IV out
in a little bit.”
I scrunched up my nose. “Ew.”
My doctor, the detective, and Carter left my
room. Carter hadn’t said a word the whole time he was in my room,
and I hoped the police hadn’t given him a hard time.
My nurse stepped forward. “Are you
hungry?”
I shook my head.
“Princess, you need to eat something,”
Lincoln said.
“What about some macaroni and cheese?” my mom
asked. “You used to love that when you were sick.”
I agreed but only to appease everyone. I
didn’t really want any mac and cheese. I just wanted to go
home.
“Okay, I’ll put an order in to the cafeteria,
and I’ll be back in ten minutes or so to get rid of some of these
tubes. Make you feel a little more normal.”
“Can I take a shower then?”
“We’ll see how you feel after you eat
something.” The nurse exited my room, leaving only my mom, Lincoln,
and me.
I looked up at my mom, hoping she wasn’t
offended that I wanted to be alone with Lincoln. She had tears in
her eyes as she leaned over me.
“I’m so glad you’re okay, Jilly Bean. I don’t
think I could have taken losing you. Not after everything. Well,
I’m just so glad you’re okay.” She kissed my forehead. “I’ll leave
you two alone.
you were brought in we did a tox screen. It tests for any drugs in
your system. The results showed an extremely high level of gamma
hydroxybutyrate, also known as GHB. In high doses, it causes an
extreme relaxed state to the point of slowing your heart rate and
causing breathing problems.”
My brain pounded at this information. “GHB?
Isn’t that ecstasy?”
“That’s one use,” Detective Murray said.
I looked at my mom with panic. “I swear. I
didn’t take anything. I’m not on drugs.”
Even though I was a grown adult, I still
feared my mother’s disapproval. I needed her to know I hadn’t taken
anything. I knew Lincoln knew I wouldn’t do drugs, but I didn’t
want my mother to think I had done something wrong.
She reached forward and ran her hand over my
hair. “I know. I know, Jilly Bean.”
“Jillian.” Detective Murray called my
attention. “Another use for GHB is as a date rape drug.”
I felt my face pale as blood drained from it.
Rape. The word alone strikes fear into the hearts of most
women.
“I was raped?” My voice was almost a
whisper.
“No.” Lincoln said immediately. “No. You were
never alone. No one would have had an opportunity. And I would be
in jail for murder right now if someone had.”
I closed my eyes and took a deep calming
breath. I squeezed Lincoln’s hand again. My poor Lincoln. He must
have been beside himself with anxiety while I was unconscious.
Detective Murray pulled out a small notebook
and pen. “We think someone slipped it into your drink at the game.
Do you remember anyone that looked out of place? Maybe someone
standing near you at the bar?”
I shook my head and pointed at Lincoln’s
brother. “I didn’t even get my drink. Carter got it for me.”
Carter looked as if he were in pain, but the
detective simply nodded. He already knew this information.
“No one that seemed out of place in the
suite?”
I shook my head again. “Could I please have a
minute alone with Lincoln?”
Detective Murray shook his head. “I’m sorry,
but I still have some questions.”
Lincoln glared at the detective. “You’ve
interviewed everyone who was there. You already have your answers.
She didn’t see anything.”
“Lincoln, it’s okay—” I started to say.
“No, you need to rest.”
Dr. Ashburn spoke up. “Lincoln is right. She
needs her rest. Any more questions can wait until tomorrow.”
Detective Murray didn’t look happy, but he
put his notepad away. “Fine. I’ll be back at nine o’clock tomorrow
morning.”
“Here? Can’t I go home?” I pleaded with the
doctor.
“I’m sorry, Jillian. I’d like to keep you one
more night for observation. But we’ll take the catheter and IV out
in a little bit.”
I scrunched up my nose. “Ew.”
My doctor, the detective, and Carter left my
room. Carter hadn’t said a word the whole time he was in my room,
and I hoped the police hadn’t given him a hard time.
My nurse stepped forward. “Are you
hungry?”
I shook my head.
“Princess, you need to eat something,”
Lincoln said.
“What about some macaroni and cheese?” my mom
asked. “You used to love that when you were sick.”
I agreed but only to appease everyone. I
didn’t really want any mac and cheese. I just wanted to go
home.
“Okay, I’ll put an order in to the cafeteria,
and I’ll be back in ten minutes or so to get rid of some of these
tubes. Make you feel a little more normal.”
“Can I take a shower then?”
“We’ll see how you feel after you eat
something.” The nurse exited my room, leaving only my mom, Lincoln,
and me.
I looked up at my mom, hoping she wasn’t
offended that I wanted to be alone with Lincoln. She had tears in
her eyes as she leaned over me.
“I’m so glad you’re okay, Jilly Bean. I don’t
think I could have taken losing you. Not after everything. Well,
I’m just so glad you’re okay.” She kissed my forehead. “I’ll leave
you two alone.
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