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A A L I Y A HXS H A N K S
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Location: Cedars-Sinai Medical Center
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Drugged.

"We can still call your family if you wish to - "

"That'll be fine," Aaliyah stated sharply, wrapping the light jacket she had once thought as a perfect compliment to her outfit around her tightly. There were no buttons in the front and though she had felt more bare in the flimsy hospita shift than in her clothes, the cool air of the air-conditioner required more cover than last night's festivities did. In fact, she felt even colder than the room, the chill going all the way down into her bones. Which only served to spike her annoyance at the fact that she was, once again, drugged.

"Nevertheless, while we don't need to keep you for any longer considering your current state, we will have to inform your mother as you are still considered, legally, a minor."

"Then do what you must," she replied curtly and the doctor gave her an assessing look. It coincided with the wave of cold that swept through her, and Aaliyah shuddered violently, falling back onto the hospital bed and into a seated position. The doctor took a step forward, but Aaliyah held her hand up. She refused to be treated like a fucking damsel, even if every part of her felt like it.

Once Malcolm had gone into the hallway to speak with whoever had called him, Aaliyah had forced herself on her feet - regardless of the fact that every last one of her nerves, joints, and bones seemed to protest the very movement - and peeled off the hospital garment in favor of her own clothes. Why? Because she had been drugged - she, out of all people - and she felt like she had the flu: all fifteen-thousand pounds of exhaustion, an irrepressible ache that had her whimpering from the second her eyes had opened up, chills like she didn't know what, and a stomach that could barely handle the idea of standing up, let alone actually putting something on it. Even though, after a night like last night, Aaliyah would kill for some french toast. However, she was aware enough to know that that was the last thing that she should do when dealing with the situation. In fact, she had almost wretched at the idea of breakfast the second the doctor had come in and said that one of the nurses could bring her something if she was up for it. Aaliyah was definitely not up for it. Her body protested that she wasn't up for anything and that her stubborn ass needed to get the fuck back under those blankets, preferably with a few thicker blankets since everything was just so fucking cold.

"As I said before, the drug you had been administered is called Gamma Hydroxybutyrate or - "

"GHB, for short. It usually lasts within the system for forty-eight hours, though most date rape drugs are gone within the first seventy-two hours," she snapped impatiently, scooping up her glasses from last night belatedly. "I know what it is."

"Indeed," was the quiet response and Aaliyah glowered, not at all appreciating the lit room nor the way the doctor eyed her as if he was trying to read her. She didn't have time for that. "While I would recommend extending your stay and perhaps allowing us to bring out a rape kit - "

"I wasn't raped!" The shout tore out of her throat a lot more violently than she intended and Aaliyah winced because the sound made her head hurt. In a lower tone, she explained, "I felt the symptoms and immediately called for help, which is why he," she gestured tiredly at the door, "and whoever else was here...were here." The doctor didn't speak for a time and Aaliyah glared at him at that point because for all his kind smiles and calm demeanor, she felt annoyed. Like her skin was too itchy and tight, and out of it. Which, in this case, she probably was. She just wasn't about to be the one to admit it.

"What I recommend is sleep. I can give you a pass to miss school on Monday as you might still be letting the drug work its way out of your system. At some point today, if you can though, I'd like you to try to put something on your stomach."

"Fine, fine. Can I just - ?" Leave. That had been what Aaliyah was going to say, demand really because she was tired and she felt cold and this doctor kept giving her this look like he was waiting for something - perhaps a freak out, which she wasn't going to give - and...and...

Aaliyah was going to throw up.

"I-I...just..." At that point, no words were allowed to be spoken as Aaliyah rushed to the small trash bin and all the contents of her stomach - more liquid than anything solid - fell into it. She wretched violently, almost painfully, as another shudder wracked through her body, and distantly, she heard the doctor calling for one of the nurses. She didn't want a nurse, though. She just wanted to be home and warm. And here she thought she and Malcolm were going to have a fun kiddie day.