what really happened last weekend

It’s human error to make mistakes. Mistakes sometimes lead to the better things in your life, and sometimes, not so much. Last weekend, I made a mistake. A very serious mistake, that could have ended a lot worse. I didn’t pay as careful attention to who poured my drink, or what was in the drink. I won’t go into details because I can’t give that many.

I can say that I remember someone putting shorts on me.

Then it was pitch black.

R was called. And he called his R.A, who decided I needed to be taken to the hospital. The nurse looked really tired. Tired from working a late shift and from her work in general. I tried to focus on her face and comprehend what she was saying. It was black again. Then I heard,

“What are you to her?”

“I’m her boyfriend.”

“Were you with her? Did you see what happened?”

“No, ma’m  I was not. I wish I’d been there.”

Blackness.

Then R was standing next to me. He looked worried. He was stroking my hair. The nurse came back and poked me again and took him away.

“No! Don’t make him leave! R!! They’re being mean!”

“He’ll be back, he has to sign paperwork. Now shush.”

I was released around 3 am. It was cold. R asked if I wanted his coat, I said yes and we got into his friend’s car. 

It was black again.

R said he was walking me back to my room and people in my hall were making fun of him for trying to bring me back like that and they said he was a horrible person and was stupid. He turned around and said, “Fuck off”

R never looks the least bit scary, but when he told me that, his face was filled with pure rage.

I’m fine. I know not to be this stupid again. I know how scary it is. I got a call the other day that R was in the hospital, he was hit by a car on his bike. He’s fine. He has a broken collarbone, but he’s ok.

Last weekend was a mistake. That I don’t plan on reliving. It’s a jungle out there, but that doesn’t mean you should drink the jungle juice. But seriously, be careful guys.