“He nods. I assume I don't look good because he has a look of worry on his face. He dragged me over to Darius and asked to take the truck and take me back. Darius gave him the keys and we headed for the door. Dallas helped me into the truck and I just sprawl out. Dallas starts to go when comes to a and I hear him talking to someone. I pass out.. When I come to the truck is stopping and Dallas is coming around to get me out. He lifts me and something doesn't seem right. I open my eyes and its not Dallas. Stark was carrying me into the house. I mumble a little. Whaat? He gave a shy smile and as he some how opens the door.. He carries me up to the bathroom and sits me on the floor. I start to be aware of how sick I feel. Stark starts running water in the tub. I slowly sit up and then I feel it coming. I prop my self on the toilet and try to prepare myself. Just before I throw up I feel Stark pull my hair back.”
