Ch 2
"Oh god," Dillon moaned. He held his pounding head. Ned and Alan watched
him.
"Dillon," Alan asked, "did you...?"
"Alan," Dillon groaned, "I didn't give myself rohyphnol. People usually
don't try to date rape themselves."
Ned hesitated. "Dillon," he asked quietly, "did you drink anything with
Sage?"
Dillon groaned in realization. "She came into my room. She gave me a
screwdriver." He closed his eyes. "Crap."
"You used protection, right?"
"Ned!" Dillon hissed, jerking his head toward Alan. He held his queasy
stomach.
"Dillon, as your doctor, I do need to know these things," Alan said calmly.
Dillon nodded miserably. Alan looked at his chart.
"Now, you did have sexual intercourse last night?" he asked, his tone
professional.
Dillon fought against the bile rising in his throat. "Yes," he replied.
"And are you certain that you used protection?"
Dillon nodded. "Yes, I'm sure of it."
Alan nodded and consulted his chart again. "Have you ever engaged in
unprotected sex?"
Dillon shook his head. "No," he said. "Last night was-" he paused, fighting
nausea.
"Just take deep breaths," Alan said calmly. "Take your time."
The sick feeling subsided. Dillon sighed in relief.
"Last night was my first time," he whispered.
Alan made a note. "What about your partner," he asked, "do you know about
her history?"
Dillon shook his head. "No."
Alan nodded. "OK. Dillon, I want to keep you overnight for observation. The
effects of the rohyphnol should take about 24 hours to wear off." His tone
softened. "And Dillon, legally, I can't run an HIV screen without your
consent, but based on the fact that you were compromised last night, I am
going to recommend that you get tested in three months, just in case there
was a...mistake made with the condom." He watched Dillon for a reaction.
The teenager only looked defeated. "Fine," he groaned.
Alan nodded. "All right," he replied. "You rest. I'm going to have a nurse
come in here and start you on an IV to alleviate the dehydration. I'll be
back to check on you." He locked eyes with Ned for a moment.
"Hey," Ned said calmly, "I'll be right back." He followed Alan out the door
as Dillon leaned his head back in misery.
Alan spoke quietly to Ned. "Dillon had sex with Lorenzo Alcazar's niece?"
he asked. "That's why Georgie's been crying all day?"
Ned nodded. "She found them. Apparently she broke up with him and then went
back to try to talk to him." He shook his head. "I'm not sure what
happened."
Alan shook his head. "I'm going to get a pysch consult for Dillon," he told
Ned quietly. "And I need to report this to the PCPD."
Ned nodded. "Is that really necessary?" He asked. "Dillon seems to be doing
all right, mentally."
Alan shook his head. "I'm obligated to report all cases of assault," he
informed Ned. "And Dillon's got a tough road ahead of him. Physically he
should be fine, the rohyphnol should wear off fairly quickly, but he's
going to have to deal with the psychological effects of having been raped."
Ned nodded gravely.
Just around the corner, out of sight, but well within earshot, Maxie Jones
doubled over in shock.
"Raped?"
Dillon was lying in his hospital bed, when the door opened slightly.
"Dillon?" a voice whispered.
He opened his eyes, widening them in surprise.
"Maxie."
She walked toward him, holding a can. "Um, I brought you some ginger ale."
She set it down on the table. "For your stomach."
Dillon hesitated. "Am I dying?"
Maxie shook her head. "No."
"So," Dillon peered weakly at her, "why are you being nice to me? You
should hate me right now."
"I know what happened," Maxie whispered.
Dillon sighed miserably. "I know you do," he replied, remembering Georgie's
tears and Maxie's hateful look from earlier. "Maxie, I am a complete idiot.
I never meant to hurt Georgie. I hate myself so much for-"
"No," Maxie interrupted. "I mean I know what...made you sick." She dropped
her eyes. "I mean, I know about the - the - rape." She whispered the last
word.
Dillon sighed, nodding. 'Oh," he said. "So that's why you're not trying to
kill me." He winced at a stab of pain in his head. "But Maxie," he went on,
"even without the drugs, even if I hadn't slept with Sage, I still hurt
Georgie badly enough to make her break up with me." He squeezed his eyes
closed, fighting the sick feelings that overpowered his body every time he
saw Georgie's devestated eyes in his head.
"Dillon," Maxie said quietly. "There's something you need to know."
He breathed deeply for a few moments before responding. "What?" he asked.
Maxie sighed. "Georgie, um..." she hesitated. Dillon grew alarmed.
"Georgie what?" he asked, "is she hurt?"
Maxie shook her head. "No," she said. "Um..."
"Then what is it?" Dillon asked impatiently.
"Georgie didn't want this," Maxie informed him.
"Then why..." Dillon was perplexed.
Maxie sighed. "She was scared for so she went to your mother and asked her
to make sure you were kept safe."
"Oh god..." Dillon groaned, the sick feeling returning.
"And she said okay," Maxie went on. "She would keep you safe-"
Dillon tried to stay perfectly still, the ill feeling increasing. He had an
idea of what was coming.
"-if Georgie broke up with you."
"Oh god," Dillon moaned. He held his pounding head. Ned and Alan watched
him.
"Dillon," Alan asked, "did you...?"
"Alan," Dillon groaned, "I didn't give myself rohyphnol. People usually
don't try to date rape themselves."
Ned hesitated. "Dillon," he asked quietly, "did you drink anything with
Sage?"
Dillon groaned in realization. "She came into my room. She gave me a
screwdriver." He closed his eyes. "Crap."
"You used protection, right?"
"Ned!" Dillon hissed, jerking his head toward Alan. He held his queasy
stomach.
"Dillon, as your doctor, I do need to know these things," Alan said calmly.
Dillon nodded miserably. Alan looked at his chart.
"Now, you did have sexual intercourse last night?" he asked, his tone
professional.
Dillon fought against the bile rising in his throat. "Yes," he replied.
"And are you certain that you used protection?"
Dillon nodded. "Yes, I'm sure of it."
Alan nodded and consulted his chart again. "Have you ever engaged in
unprotected sex?"
Dillon shook his head. "No," he said. "Last night was-" he paused, fighting
nausea.
"Just take deep breaths," Alan said calmly. "Take your time."
The sick feeling subsided. Dillon sighed in relief.
"Last night was my first time," he whispered.
Alan made a note. "What about your partner," he asked, "do you know about
her history?"
Dillon shook his head. "No."
Alan nodded. "OK. Dillon, I want to keep you overnight for observation. The
effects of the rohyphnol should take about 24 hours to wear off." His tone
softened. "And Dillon, legally, I can't run an HIV screen without your
consent, but based on the fact that you were compromised last night, I am
going to recommend that you get tested in three months, just in case there
was a...mistake made with the condom." He watched Dillon for a reaction.
The teenager only looked defeated. "Fine," he groaned.
Alan nodded. "All right," he replied. "You rest. I'm going to have a nurse
come in here and start you on an IV to alleviate the dehydration. I'll be
back to check on you." He locked eyes with Ned for a moment.
"Hey," Ned said calmly, "I'll be right back." He followed Alan out the door
as Dillon leaned his head back in misery.
Alan spoke quietly to Ned. "Dillon had sex with Lorenzo Alcazar's niece?"
he asked. "That's why Georgie's been crying all day?"
Ned nodded. "She found them. Apparently she broke up with him and then went
back to try to talk to him." He shook his head. "I'm not sure what
happened."
Alan shook his head. "I'm going to get a pysch consult for Dillon," he told
Ned quietly. "And I need to report this to the PCPD."
Ned nodded. "Is that really necessary?" He asked. "Dillon seems to be doing
all right, mentally."
Alan shook his head. "I'm obligated to report all cases of assault," he
informed Ned. "And Dillon's got a tough road ahead of him. Physically he
should be fine, the rohyphnol should wear off fairly quickly, but he's
going to have to deal with the psychological effects of having been raped."
Ned nodded gravely.
Just around the corner, out of sight, but well within earshot, Maxie Jones
doubled over in shock.
"Raped?"
Dillon was lying in his hospital bed, when the door opened slightly.
"Dillon?" a voice whispered.
He opened his eyes, widening them in surprise.
"Maxie."
She walked toward him, holding a can. "Um, I brought you some ginger ale."
She set it down on the table. "For your stomach."
Dillon hesitated. "Am I dying?"
Maxie shook her head. "No."
"So," Dillon peered weakly at her, "why are you being nice to me? You
should hate me right now."
"I know what happened," Maxie whispered.
Dillon sighed miserably. "I know you do," he replied, remembering Georgie's
tears and Maxie's hateful look from earlier. "Maxie, I am a complete idiot.
I never meant to hurt Georgie. I hate myself so much for-"
"No," Maxie interrupted. "I mean I know what...made you sick." She dropped
her eyes. "I mean, I know about the - the - rape." She whispered the last
word.
Dillon sighed, nodding. 'Oh," he said. "So that's why you're not trying to
kill me." He winced at a stab of pain in his head. "But Maxie," he went on,
"even without the drugs, even if I hadn't slept with Sage, I still hurt
Georgie badly enough to make her break up with me." He squeezed his eyes
closed, fighting the sick feelings that overpowered his body every time he
saw Georgie's devestated eyes in his head.
"Dillon," Maxie said quietly. "There's something you need to know."
He breathed deeply for a few moments before responding. "What?" he asked.
Maxie sighed. "Georgie, um..." she hesitated. Dillon grew alarmed.
"Georgie what?" he asked, "is she hurt?"
Maxie shook her head. "No," she said. "Um..."
"Then what is it?" Dillon asked impatiently.
"Georgie didn't want this," Maxie informed him.
"Then why..." Dillon was perplexed.
Maxie sighed. "She was scared for so she went to your mother and asked her
to make sure you were kept safe."
"Oh god..." Dillon groaned, the sick feeling returning.
"And she said okay," Maxie went on. "She would keep you safe-"
Dillon tried to stay perfectly still, the ill feeling increasing. He had an
idea of what was coming.
"-if Georgie broke up with you."