Thanks for reviews, I just wanna take a moment here to once again say that I have no idea how rohypnol etc are actually treated, so I've just made it up for how I want it to go

The journey back didn't seem quite as long as it had on the way, probably because he had more of an idea of where he was going, and was confident that Tara, while probably not in what one might call perfect health, was at least safe and protected.

He landed the carpet next to the hospital and sent it flying back up to the roof where it would be safe from prying eyes and meddling hands. Carrying Tara in his arms, he entered the hospital calling 'little help here please!'

A doctor rushed over and helped him carry her. 'What happened?'

'I'm not sure, I think someone drugged her drink. I wasn't there, she rang me to go get her, when I got there she was like this.'

'How long ago did she drink it?'

'Um…' Naboo was stumped. How long ago did Tara ring? How long before that had she drunk the drink? It felt like hours and hours since she'd rang the flat, but that was just because he was so worried, time had seemed to slow down. 'About… forty minutes perhaps? Sorry, I don't really know.'

'Ok.'

The doctor and a couple of nurses made Tara comfortable on a bed near the end of the ward, and set about connecting her to all sorts of equipment to measure her heart rate etc, he guessed. Naboo hated hospitals, he preferred to help people his own way, but he wasn't taking any chances with Tara, especially with something he wasn't exactly familiar with. He noticed them pull another, quite frankly alarming-looking contraption towards the bed. 'What's that?'

'It's a stomach pump, we're going to empty her stomach in case there's any of the drug left in there, and we're also taking blood tests to see what exactly it was she was given, there are different drugs that might do different things, from simply making her dizzy to making her infertile-' Naboo looked alarmed. 'Don't worry, that's fairly uncommon, we just want to make sure.'

Naboo nodded slightly and clutched Tara's hand while they drew blood from her arm, and used the stomach pump on her. He was told that it would be a little wait before the test results of what exactly she'd been given. All he could hope for was that it wouldn't make her infertile – of course, he knew they were nowhere near ready to have children yet, but one day, maybe…

He stood gazing at her, stroking her hair and holding her hand, until another hand touched him gently on the shoulder. 'Mr Naboo?'

He turned to see a friendly-looking nurse stood behind him.

'It's just Naboo.'

'Of course, sorry. The police would like to talk to you about what happened.' He looked back at Tara. 'We'll look after her.' Naboo hesitated for a moment longer, then agreed, and was led into the corridor where two policemen were waiting.

'Hello' said the tall one on the left amiably. 'We just need to ask you a few questions to establish what happened to Miss Noir, ok?'

'Alright' replied Naboo, glancing through the glass panel in the door back into the ward at Tara.

'Were you with Tara when her drink was drugged?'

'No, she was out by herself.'

'How did you know what had happened?'

'She rang the flat when she realised, to get me to come find her.'

'Ok, and where was she when it happened?'

Naboo was barely listening, continually glancing back at Tara. 'Um, she said something about The Swan..'

The policemen discussed nearby pubs of that name as Naboo watched a nurse approach Tara's bed and check on her.

'The Swan?'

'There's the Black Swan, up on St Michael's street?'

'What about that other place, near the bowling alley?'

'No, no, that's The Duck..'

'It's not by here' Naboo interrupted. 'It's somewhere up near Harrogate.'

'Oh? And would you mind telling us how exactly you got from here to Harrogate in such a short space of time?'

Naboo gave then a look that prevented any further questions.

'The Swan near Harrogate.' Said the constable, making note.

'Look, can you come round the flat and do this tomorrow or something? She can tell you herself then.' Asked Naboo, keen to return to Tara's side.

They reluctantly agreed, and once Naboo had given them the address, departed with a customary 'we'll be in touch.'

Naboo sighed wearily and returned to Tara's side, once again taking hold of her hand. He didn't know how long he sat there for, looking up every time someone approached the bed, but eventually a nurse told him that Tara's blood test results 'shouldn't be long now', then sure enough, the doctor approached.

Naboo stood.

'Right, the results are back and the good news is that it was ordinary rohypnol, which means that Tara will suffer no lasting effects other than feeling rather groggy in the morning.' Naboo released a breath he didn't know he'd been holding. 'However, we would like to keep her in overnight for observation.'

'No, I wanna take her home.'

'I know I said she'd be fine, but we just want to make sure that-'

'I can look after her.'

'It would mean signing her out against medical advice.'

'That's fine.'

'Very well. In that case there will be a couple of forms you'll need to sign, and I'll just give her something to help her sleep through the night.' He produced a needle and injected it's contents into Tara's arms; Naboo squeezed her hand, as even though she was asleep, he knew she hated needles and injections. 'Right, that should do it, but occasionally people do wake up for a minute or two. If this does happen, she'll be rather incoherent, and anything you do understand – well, I wouldn't pay too much attention to it if I were you.'

Naboo nodded, followed a nurse to fill out the forms and left pushing the still-unconscious Tara in a wheelchair. He whistled for the carpet, placed her gently on it and returned the wheelchair, to fly the five-minute journey back to the flat.

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