Page 54 of Five Minute Man
“And with Holly in the hospital ... well, I thought you should know about that, regardless. So, I drove over to Eve’s place and pounded on the door until she finally opened it. She was in this skimpy robe thing, and you were as far gone as I’d ever seen you, practically passed out on her couch. You didn’t even know who I was at first ...”
Brandon closed his eyes and shook his head as if to dispel the image. “Anyway, I finally convinced you to come back with me. I got you to bed, and you went out like a light.”
“Fuck,” Adam breathed. How did things go from great to shit so quickly?
“Uncle Adam,” Brandon said quietly after several long minutes. “Did you really only have one drink?”
“Yes!” Adam said, rubbing his face. “A boilermaker. One shot in a glass of beer. That’s it.”
“Did you order it yourself?”
“No, Eve had it waiting ... for me ...” His voice trailed off as the implication became clear. “She must have put something in it before I drank it.”
Brandon nodded. “That’s the only thing that makes sense at this point. Come on; we have to get you down to the clinic.”
“What the hell for?”
“To have them draw your blood and do a tox screening.”
“Later. I need to call Holly first.”
Brandon’s face took on that pained expression again. “Yeah, about that. Probably not a good idea right now.”
“Why is that?”
“Because I’m pretty sure she hates you.”
