Gionna rubbed her eyes as she opened them the next morning, seeing Angus reading the list.
"Hey…" Gionna says, Angus realising he woke her up. Juana and Gionna had similar handwriting and Angus had no idea who wrote the names down.
"Hey… someone been planning?" Angus says, holding up the notepad.
"Knock it off, it ain't me." Gionna says as she sits up, yawning and gagging as moving around made her feel slightly yucky.
"Yeah, seems like it." Angus says sarcastically.
"It's too early in the morning to deal with your sarcasm so shut it!" Gionna snapped, Angus snickering. "Juana, can you come out here please?" She calls into the room, Juana joining them.
"I see you found the list. It's mine." Juana says.
"And just how old are you?" Angus asks.
"18… I was drugged." Juana says.
Still feeling drowsy, Gionna stood up and walked towards the kitchen… only to slip and fall, Terry and Johnny running out and helping her up.
"Okay, no walking on that ankle sugar." Terry says, picking Gionna up in his arms.
"It's not broken." Gionna says, leaning against Terry.
"Does he normally treat her like that?" Juana asks.
"He's very protective. I guess that's what she likes about him, he's someone who cares about everything she goes through." Johnny says.
"Like my dad, I guess… pretty similar, at least." Juana says.
"You haven't said much about your dad." Johnny says.
"Forest Martinez… runs an operation down in San Andreas, smuggling weapons and drugs to and from Mexico… he's starting to get old now, he's recently been training a guy to take over from him, Oscar Guzman." Juana says.
Terry took Gionna to her room and put her down on her bed, being sure she was on her left side.
"I'm never eating garlic knots again." Gionna says as Terry pulled the covers over her.
"Oh, don't worry. You'll be ripe full of-" Juana shouts from the living room, Gionna cutting her off.
"Watch your mouth, I'm sure your kid can hear you!" Gionna shouts back.
"You sure?..." Juana says before looking down and placing her hand on her stomach. "You repeat that or add to it and you miss an ice cream, kiddo." She says, Johnny laughing.
Terry stretched out next to Gionna, who buried her head into his torso as his phone rang and he answered it.
"Hey, Clay… nah, sorry man, Gionna's not feeling well." Terry says, Clay turning concerned.
"From what happened yesterday?" Clay asks.
"Lack of food before the incident, combined with Vicodin and slight overeating… but I'd stay far away from Drusilla's garlic knots." Terry says, hearing Billy in the background.
"What the hell?!" Billy yells, Terry hanging up.
"You feeling okay?" Terry asks.
"Yeah… yesterday was rough but we got through it." Gionna says.
(Meanwhile)
"Uh… do you know what he's saying?" Brad asks, looking at Michael as Trevor screamed in angry gibberish.
"No. What exactly did you tell him?" Michael asks.
"Just to come back with us to Ludendorff and forget what happened-" Brad says as Trevor started trashing the hotel room.
"Hey, that's not your table! Are you trying to get us kicked out?!" Michael yells, trying to stop Trevor.
At the same time, Billy was buying aspirin for his hangover when he overheard Packie and Gerry talking.
"What else could it be with what those two were shouting? Gionna had the same level of trauma running through her that she did five years ago." Packie says.
"Packie, we don't know if he only stopped at one or drugged Gionna and got her pregnant as well." Gerry says, Billy storming over to them. "Oh, hi. Rough night?" He says, Billy grabbing Gerry by his throat. "What's… your problem?!" He manages to ask as Packie punched Billy and forced him to let Gerry go.
"Anyone tell you not to eavesdrop, asshat?! Why are you pissed, you don't care about Gionna!" Packie yells, Billy glaring at him.
"Start from the beginning before I snap your necks!" Billy shouts.
"We walked into an argument that was more like a brawl and… Gionna was attacking someone and calling him a fucking rapist after he said he was going to be a dad." Gerry says, Billy taking sharp rageful breaths before storming out.
Gionna groaned as her phone rang and she put the bottle of water down, answering her phone.
"What now, you fucking psycho?!" Gionna snapped at Billy.
"Get down to the hospital and get yourself fucking preg tested!" Billy yells.
"They did that yesterday before X-raying my arm and it came back negative! What are you on?!" Gionna says.
"All this stuff about drugging goes on, then suddenly you start getting sick at the same time Packie and Gerry walked in on you yelling at a supposed rapist who was yelling back about being a father! What are you on, because it doesn't sound like it's birth control!" Billy shouts.
"I am on birth control pills, you prick, I never miss a day! I got sick because I overindulged in spicy food! Do you remember the time I got an ulcer from stress and those tacos?!" Gionna says. "Now piss off!" She yells, hanging up and slamming the phone down which made Terry jump slightly but walk over and sit down, pulling Gionna into his arms as she started brushing her tears away.
Juana grabbed the phone after walking in, walked out into the living room and dialed *69.
"What is it gonna take, you stupid little slut-" Billy shouts.
"You listen to me!" Juana says, Billy startled to hear her voice instead of Gionna's. "I'm the pregnant one, not Gionna. And if you dare threaten her again, you're gonna regret you ever met me!" She says threateningly.
Billy hung up and Juana went to check on Gionna, who had a washcloth over her sore eyes. Juana walked over, lightly brushing Gionna's hair back and resting her hand on Gionna's forehead, flinching when she felt the unnatural warmth.
"I'm worried all this stress is hurting her." Terry says.
"I don't blame you." Juana says quietly.