Date = 13 April
Place = San Francisco (Grimm house) (UCSF Medical center)
POV Aria
‘So I walk into the dead of night, where my monsters like to hide, chaos feels so good inside, no more’
I open one eye to see where the music is coming from. Mel lifts her head slowly from my shoulder. I start to focus and realize it’s her ringtone.
‘I lost, I lost, I lost control again. Always do the same and I’m to blame I lost control again.’
She wipes her eyes while her other hand taps on the table, searching for her ringing phone. I survey my surroundings, for a moment not sure where I am, but then I remember we’re bundled together in Damion’s old bed in his old bedroom at his parents’ place.
“Hello,” Mel answers in a husky sleepy voice. We must have fallen asleep during the last movie we were watching. Some cliche romantic Hallmark movie about an undercover prince.
“Hello,” I’ve learned that Mel always takes a few minutes to wake up, so I take the phone from her ear, earning myself a droopy smile.
“Mel!” someone yells on the other side. I look at the caller-id.
“Lee?” I put it on speaker. It’s almost 3 ‘o clock. Why is he calling this late?
“Mel, I think Damion and your brother has been drugged.”
“What?” I’m shocked. Who would drug them and why?
“I’m telling you, they were fine ten minutes ago and now they’re passed out and naked. Mostly naked … and hard … fuck.”
“The fuck, can you just stay unconscious already,” his voice seems as if it’s far away from the phone and then there’s a loud THUD. I’m not sure who he’s talking to … but I instinctively know it’s not me. And I hope it’s not Damion or … the brother.
“Which brother?” My nerves start clawing on my insides.
“Enrique.” No. But I had a feeling it was. My so-called gut is twisted in knots. What if they die? Doctor. They need a doctor.
“Where’s Ilkay?” I ask, immediately thinking most responsible one for medical emergencies like Mel explained last time.
“He didn’t come with us. He’s managing the club.” Now his voice is clear and hard again. Shit. And Noah stayed to look after Grimms for Alejandro.
“But he’s on his way, should be here any moment now.”
“Will you be okay till he arrives?” Mel finally came to her senses. I’m rather thankful ’cause I’m not build for these kind of situations.
“Yep. Don’t worry. I’m armed. I actually just phoned so you can meet us at Jackson’s home.
“Are you sure they’re alright?” Mel looks worried. I’m worried too.
“Eh,” there’s a moment of hesitation. “Don’t worry. Wait,” another drop of silence, then, “Ilkay is phoning me. I’ll see you there.”
“Okay.” Mel and I say simultaneously and then look into each other’s eyes. The same fear is silently etched in both pairs.
“Ug, what now?” Mel stares at her phone, her voice thin as if she’s going to burst into tears. What the hell were those guys thinking? They were supposed to look after the other two and now they’re thrashed. Or drugged. And why are they naked? And did he say ‘hard’? What’s hard? Were they … no … Damion would not cheat on Mel. I hope.
“We gotta go,” just like that Mel turned all pro-active, no sign of tears. She stares down at her body. We both dressed in yoga pants and T-shirts after our shower. I also get up and close my still sleeping sister with the cover again.
“I’m missing a bra … but what the heck. No time for that now.” Great. I suppose we’re going nip slip then.
“Aria, get some hoodies from the closet for us. I’m going to tell Haley that we’re leaving. Meet you at the door.” When did she put on her sneakers? I nod and start putting on my shoes and literally sprint down the stairs. Ship … the hoodies. I run back upstairs, tripping over the top step, but somehow manage to not fall on my face.
I open Damion’s old cupboard … the door is shattered and there’s a piece of paper stuck on the inside saying RULES. I ignore it and grab some warm tops, leaving the broken door open, before dashing down again. Mel is waiting at the door with Haley and Deimos.
“I’ll take you, girls. I don’t want you to drive alone at night,” he says, still putting on his shoes, “Not after what happened. And maybe they’ll need my help.”
“Don’t worry about your sister, I’ll look after the kids. Please let me know what’s going on,” Haley crosses her arms over her chest, her face pale. Mel and I both nod while Deimos grabs his keys and we haste into the car.
I think about how my life has changed since I moved to San Francisco. It seems like one thing happens after the other … no breathers in-between. Like I’m stuck on a fucking schizo runaway vomit train. Is it always going to be like this? I need to know.
“Are your lives always this … eh … eventful?” I ask carefully, trying to not be insensitive. Deimos bites his lip.
“I actually can’t think of a month in my life without any incidents,” he says, his eyes now stuck on mine in the mirror. “and I don’t think its possible with these boys around.”
“Make that a week,” Mel says softly, “The perks of being a Blackburn.”
“Or a Grimm,” Deimos laughs. “My poor grand-bean. He’s both.”
“Hey,” Mel gives him a stare and hits him with her fist on the arm. Then she giggles.
“Don’t jinx it.”
“And I was just complaining a while back about my boring life,” I say. “Won’t make that mistake again.” And then I carefully ask the question that’s been bothering me, “Do you think they could die? And why do you think they were naked?”
Mel turns her head to look back at me, her eyes chastising me.
“I told you to stop thinking up stuff in your head.” I pull my lips into a line. I’ve done it again.
“I’ve been drugged … twice,” she holds up two fingers in my face, “and I’m still here. As being naked … don’t know … BUT,” she continues in a threatening voice, “I will stick a fork in his dick if he was even just thinking about using it without me.” I can’t help but laugh, feeling slightly sorry for the dude. And I wonder how she manages to trust Damion so unquestionably. Can I ever trust Sport like that? With my heart?
“If he was … I’ll hold him down for you,” Deimos says in all honesty, looking warmly at his future daughter-in-law. She pulls her mouth tight and nods like a bobble-head doll.
Mel’s phone rings and she answers immediately.
“Hello.” “Yes.” She goes white. “Fine.”
“Dada,” she looks at Deimos, “they are at the hospital.” Deimos looks at her with huge eyes and makes an abrupt u-turn. I bite the nail of my left thumb, too scared to ask, so we drive in silence.
And then we reach our destination. My heart is beating double-time in my throat… I don’t know what to expect. I’m not built for this. I’m not the strong kind of girl like Mel … I’m a mess when it comes to emergency situations.
We walk into the emergency room to find the boys sitting around, drinking coffee; obviously anxiously waiting. Jackson looks extremely agitated, the rest looks worried, Logan is missing and Kiara is back.
Before we can ask, “They’re fine,” Alejandro explains as soon as he sees us, “they’re both on their way in the ambulance now.” Kiara takes Mel in a tight hug.
“You’re back, bitch,” Mel mumbles.
“Arrived this afternoon.”
“Shouldn’t they have been here before us?” I ask thinking that an ambulance must be way faster than a car.
“Ilkay had to stabilize them on the scene first. Enrique is doing okay, but Damion is a little bit more … eh … ” Before he gets time to finish his sentence the doors burst open.
“One male, possible drug overdose, BP 80/38, heartbeat 90,” Ilkay shouts while running alongside a trolley with Damion looking … eh … half dead.
Then another trolley is pushed in with Enrique … Lee running with him. I swallow some spit. My intestines twist into a tight knot and my heart gets compressed as if constricted by a boa. I also can’t breathe.
They push them both into one of the rooms. We gather around Lee.
“What the fuck happened?”
“They were drugged,” Lee says and grabs Deimos by the arm as he rush past him.
“I found these bottles in the one guy’s pockets,” Lee holds up two tiny bottles and reads, “One says Sildenafil Oral suspension and the other Benzodiazepine.”
“Is that bad?” Alejandro asks his dad.
“It can be … one is Viagra and the other a tranquilizer … or date rape drug.” Holy cow. Was someone going to force the guys to have sex? This is just sick … and crazy. Deimos rushes into the room and I go to the watch through the window with Mel and Kiara. The guys stand in a group, talking to Lee. Mel grabs my hand and hold it tight. Kiara puts her arm around Mel’s shoulder.
Ilkay hands Damion over to his father and goes to check on his brother. At least Sport’s eyes are open and he looks sort of responsive. Damion not so much.
Mel starts to shake uncontrollable and takes rapid irregular breaths. She clams her hand around her throat and puts one on her heart. Strained grunts burst from her mouth with each short struggled breath. Her face goes red. Is she having a heart attack?
“Axel, help?” He’s the only one around that has some sort of medical training. He rushes and take Mel to the nearest chair. Kiara goes with them. Alejandro runs to the nurses station.
“You’re having a panic attack. Look at me,” Axel yells at her, “deep breaths … calm down … I’m gonna count … one … breathe in … and out … ”
“Doctor Burden, come to the ER … Doctor Burden to the ER!” Some voice sounds over the intercom.
I turn back to the window. Damion barfs and then seriously starts shaking. I yelp and then hold my hand over my mouth. I take a quick peek to where Axel is still calming Mel. She should not see this.
“He’s seizing!” someone shouts out and the nurses holds him down by his arms and legs. Deimos and Ilkay are now both busy with him, injecting him. He stops shaking and I take a deep breath.
“Heart rate back to normal,” a nurse shouts and Ilkay puts a drip into his arm. Deimos injects some clear liquid into the drip tube. And then some more.
Deimos now pulls a huge empty syringe and attaches a needle to it. Then he sticks it into Damion’s penis and it fills with blood. They then put some ice on his jock. Shocked, I stare at the scene.
“They have to get the swelling down or he can have a droopy dick,” Jackson suddenly speaks next to me. I blink snap my dropped jaw back in place.
“Guess a needle is better than a fork,” I say thinking about Mel’s words in the car.
“Fork?” Jackson sounds baffled.
“Eh … your sister was gonna stick him with a fork … eh down there … if he tried to cheat … ” I struggle to explain. Jackson throws out a deep laugh. I look at where Enrique is now sitting up on the bed, hands clutching his jock, watching what they’re doing to his friend. He seems to do much better at least.
“Fuck no … you’re not sticking a freaking needle into my dick!” Enrique shouts looking frightfully scared.
Ilkay pats his brother on the thigh while talking to him. I can’t hear what he’s saying but Enrique’s head shoots up and his eyes find mine through the glass … pleading … desperately pleading. I’m not sure if it’s nerves or shock or just seeing him in this position, but I start to hiccup … and I can’t stop.
Jackson hits me on the back, hard enough to make be gulp out a breath, and to stop the hics.
“Thanks,” I mumble, peeping up at him shyly.
“My pleasure, Ginger,” he snickers, “and I think my brother is gonna need you hiccup free and in best shape, judging by the stiffness of that thing.” I almost choke on my spit. And then do a doubletake when I see what he means. Enrique’s dick is pushing against his boxers and I swear it can hammer through a wall, it’s that hard. I’m not sure if I should be excited or scared.
“The on-call room,” Jackson says with a slight giggle in his voice. Yeah, expect him to find this funny. “The room can lock from the inside and it has some beds.” He now pulls his mouth as if he’s trying desperately not to laugh.
“How do you know?”
“Eh … I’ve used it before. Notched a nurses or two while visiting my brother here.” He doesn’t even flinch while saying that. I wonder if Enrique ever used it. But I’m not gonna ask his twin that.
“Is there any place you haven’t done it?” I ask instead. I’m shocked. But I suppose I should not be. I should know by now that these guys are not your average run-of-the-mill type when it comes to sex. He seems to think it over.
“Can I come back to you on that?” he replies with a sexy wink, his eyes warm and calm like a clear summer sky for once. For the first time like ever, I’m having a nice conversation with this man where I don’t feel intimidated … not even in the slightest. It’s a rare but satisfying feeling.
“When I find those guys I’m gonna fucking rip there intestines through their throats!” And just like that, the feeling is all gone and the storm is back in those extra blue eyes.
“Seriously!” someone shouts behind me. I turn around to see Dr. Burden rushing to where Axel is still calming Mel down. “I swear you’re more here at the hospital than I am.” She give some orders to a nurse and they take Mel away in a wheelchair. Axel and Kiara goes with her.
“Aria, we’re going.” Enrique walks out the room, awkwardly trying to hold one of those aqua lapover patient gowns closed. Even through the garment one can make out his huge erection. That thing is stiff. Stiff as a nail. I bite my bottom lip. Oh, the things I can do with that.
“Hey, watch where you aim that thing,” Lee teases, “You can poke someone’s eye out.”
Enrique looks at him and grunts, trying his best to cover up. Lee doesn’t bat an eyelid.
“Thanks, dude. I owe you one,” he holds out his hand. “I seriously was almost raped. I don’t know how you did it, though, but thanks.”
I only now notice the bruises on his face. And even though his eyes are a yellow-hazel color, it reminds me of Jackson right now. Lee smirks and shakes his hand.
“No problem, dude.”
“Aria, if his erection is not at least flabby in an hour, you need to bring him back. It’s serious. It can be Priapism and make him permanently impotent if it’s not treated.” I’m not sure whose eyes are the biggest in the group. Enrique goes pale.
“Enrique won’t survive without sex … so you better do a hell of a job, Ginger,” Jackson jokes pushing me down the hall. Enrique follows, walking rather funny, as if he has a lump in his pants. I smile. Well, he has something in there. I lick my lips in anticipation. This is gonna be a first.