Honestly, I am in a pretty good mood today considering I am another year older, and my good mood meant that my incomplete stories all gained a lot more and are nearly completed, and also allowed this story to be created. Thank god for birthdays!
N.B. This story has sensitive issues and has content readers may find upsetting, so don't read if it affects you.
Drink after drink after drink. Cal couldn't think of doing anything else. Deep down he knew that it was right Taylor was arrested, but his heart was broken- properly and truly- and all he wanted to do was forget. It must have been about one in the morning, but Cal was so drunk he lost track of time. A man walked up to him holding a drink in his hand, and started speaking.
"I got this for a girl, but she turned it down. Do you want it, free of charge?" Cal was surprised at the soberness of this man, for he had been there just as long as the stranger had. Unfortunately for Cal, being drunk meant he wasn't as sensible as he usually was, and gratefully accept the drink off of the seemingly heart-broken man stood before him.
Cal downed the drink in a couple of mouthfuls, and the stranger stuck around. Cal decided to repay the favour and bought this man a drink. "What's your name?" Cal slurred, unaware that the stranger had tipped most of the drink in the ice bucket.
"Mike, and you?" The stranger enquired, politely. Cal smiled and shook the man's hand while introducing himself, using his, 'Caleb, but you can call me Cal,' line.
10 minutes later and Cal felt better. He felt a little spaced out, admittedly, and had forgotten about Taylor completely. That's when everything went black.
Cal was mildly aware that he was in a hotel room in the early hours of the morning, but he had frequent black out episodes, but when he was awake, he was powerless to stop anything.
Cal opened his eyes, squinting from the light shining through the window. He groaned and realised he had the worse hangover ever. Coming to his senses a little more, he realised he was laid out on a hotel room floor, and a man he remembered from the night before was sitting up in the bed, staring at him. Cal struggled to remember the name of this man, but remembered his face.
Being pushed into a hotel room and the door being locked behind him.
Cal stared intently at this man, and he realised. "Mike..." The man reminded him. Of course, the guy who gave him the free drink. Cal rushed into the bathroom when he noticed the nauseas feeling in his stomach. After emptying it, he stood up and caught his reflection in the mirror.
What worried Cal was the pattern of bruises on his bare chest. He'd seen them enough times as a doctor, but refused to believe it had happened to him.
Waking up on the floor with a man smirking above him with a hand clasped over his mouth.
Cal stumbled into the bedroom and Mike was smirking at him. "I had fun last night, what about you?" He snarled, obviously pleased about something.
Hot breath on his face as he tried to shout for help. The hand clasped over his mouth stayed put as everything went dark again.
Cal shook his head. He was aware that bits of the previous night kept coming back to him, but refused to acknowledge them. This didn't happen. Cal stumbled over to his shirt and jeans and put them on hastily, wanting to get out of there as soon as possible. On leaving, he heard Mike say something to him. "Keep shtum."
"Keep shtum, there we go." Mike snarled. Cal being pushed against the wall, hands pushing against his shoulders. Too drunk to resist.
Cal practically ran out of the hotel room, slamming the door behind him, but not before hearing a menacing laugh from inside.
An hour late for his shift, Cal was met with concerned glances from his colleagues. Ethan met him in the staff room, but Cal didn't notice him enter. Ethan could see the state Cal was in, and before speaking, but a reassuring hand on Cal's shoulder.
Cal spun round and pushed someone back, seeing them nearly fall to the ground. Then he realised it was Ethan. The hand on his shoulder freaked him out, though he didn't know how he would explain this to Ethan.
Waking up again and alcohol was being forced down his throat. No choice but to swallow, before darkness.
Ethan looked at Cal and could swear that he saw a fleeting bit of fear cross Cal's face. He seemed slightly on edge, but thought nothing more of it. "You're late." He stated.
"…and the prize for pointing out the most obvious thing of the year goes too…Ethan!" Cal teased, trying all the while to cover up his nervous shakes- which didn't go unnoticed by Ethan.
"Ha ha ha," Ethan laughed sarcastically. "Connie wants to see you." Ethan heard Cal groan as he was pushed past and couldn't answer any more of Ethan's questions- while Ethan could only imagine what Connie was going to say to him.
A knocking on the door, someone comes in and shares the same laugh as Mike did. Who is this new man?
Three sharp knocks on Connie's office door before he heard a voice that filled him with dread. He entered and shut the door behind him, as instructed, before standing before her, sheepishly. "Dr. Knight, would you care to tell me why you were late?"
"I…er…over-slept…" He mumbled, not daring to look at her in the eyes for fear he would be turned to stone. (A/N I think I may have just compared Connie to Medusa…) "It won't happen again."
"Make sure it doesn't. Get back to work." She told him sternly, deciding not to continue it further, for she saw how on edge he looked, and his work was already struggling from Taylor's arrest.
Cal almost ran out of Connie's office, glad that particular conversation was over with. All he wanted to do was work and take his mind off the previous night, to which he kept remembering parts of it- parts he didn't want to remember.
"Not that cold, is it?" Lofty brought Cal back to reality and Cal realised he was getting pretty hot in his long sleeve top, but the hand shaped bruises on his arms meant it would be too suspicious for him to have bare arms. Cal just nodded before going to his first patient.
A girl is dragged in unconscious a while later, Cal knows he can get out. Nothing works as his world goes black.
He pulled the curtain across and entered the cubicle, again closing the curtain to give them some privacy. He saw a young woman curled up on the bed, trembling. By the looks of it, she had been crying, and Rita was trying to comfort her. "Hello…Imogen. I'm Cal." He said, smiling as much as he could. Then she lifted his head and his smile dropped.
The girl, waking up and looking towards a semi-conscious Cal. Mouthing 'help' before Cal felt hands hold his arms down. Darkness once again consumed him.
Cal was sure that she was the girl from the previous night, but it couldn't be, could it? It was too much of a coincidence. "Cal, may I have a word?" Rita asked softly. Cal nodded and they went a little outside the cubicle. "Last night, Imogen's drink was spiked, and we are looking at a possible sexual assault." Rita whispered carefully. Cal visibly broke down in front of her and rushed off to the bathroom to be sick.
Imogen thought, from pieces of the previous night, that the man treating her- what's his name, Cal, was the same man. She couldn't be sure though- she was completely out of it.
Entering the cubicle again after freshening up, he asked Rita what the drug was. "Ketamine." Rita answered. One of the date rape drugs. Cal's day was just getting better and better.
"O…okay…just give me a minute." Cal stammered back before rushing out of the cubicle. Imogen was sure it was the same man, and by the looks of it, he was in pieces too.
Chapter one done! This wont be very long, and I am currently writing Chapter two. Please review!