This is not good. Dee attn Fin

[delilahamello]

Sunlight filtered through the window, a window that had been covered with newspaper in an attempt for some privacy. Time and moisture had caused the paper to peel away from the dirty glass. A weak groan was heard from a brunette sprawled on the dingy tiled floor. Delilah turned her head away from the patch of sunlight slowly moving its way across the floor. The room spun violently on all possible axis. Her heart felt like it was going to pound its way out of her chest.

The girl had gone out to a party the night before, and while the others had been drinking or popping some sort of pill, Dee had not. She was nearly 60 days clean and sober and was beyond proud of that. It was too bad that some of her former friends did not feel the same way. A prank had been pulled, and Dee was now paying the price for it. Clad in a black leather mini dress, fishnets and asskicker boots, she'd set out to have fun. She'd needed to destress about the not getting into college deal. Fin was fantastic, but she did not want to bother him all the time about it.

Dee opened her eyes, blinking slowly, trying to make her blurred vision clear. She had NO clue where she was, or what had happened the night before. Pushing herself up slowly on her hands, Dee felt her stomach roll over dangerously. The young woman had barely enough time to crawl over to the chipped and broken toilet a few feet away. Within seconds, the contents of her stomach were doing the backstroke in the bowl, leaving her with a horrid acidic bile taste in her mouth. A face danced in front of her eyes, blond, gorgeous, angular features. She knew his face.

Leaning on the counter, Dee fished her phone out of her bra, and with shaking hands, fumbled through her phone book. Fin! That was his name. She loved Fin. Haha..Fin..what a funny name.

It rang..and rang..and rang. His voice came on, asking her to leave a message. Trying to keep her composure as she was starting to get really freaked out, and the urge to vomit was really strong again. "Fin...it's me...something..last night..I need help..I don't know where I am." After hanging up, Dee managed to turn the GPS tracker on her cell before she collapsed back to the floor.

[Finlay Eddelman]

Many people his age seemed to think that Friday night was a time for going out and partying, but not Fin. No, Finlay Eddelman felt that Friday was the perfect night to stay in and get caught up on his knitting. His father was at work and Dee was out with some of her friends -- and he couldn't begrudge her that, having friends other than himself. He had his friends, as well -- so he'd had a relaxing evening to himself, followed by a more lonely morning.

It wasn't until lunch that he even looked for his phone, having decided that he ought to call Dee and ask if she wanted to meet up for dinner, but of course it wasn't in his pocket, which was where he thought he'd last put it, and it wasn't recharging. Not until he had scoured his room did he discover that it had fallen out of his pocket when he'd changed the night before, and from there been kicked carelessly under his bed.

"Rats!" He muttered when he saw that he had a missed call from Dee, hurriedly listening to her message, his brow creasing with consternation as she stammered on. Last night. She didn't know where she was. That was...not helpful. He was concerned for her safety, and admittedly somewhat upset that she'd sounded very much as if she hadn't stayed sober the previous night.

He pressed redial, waited until he got her voice mail before assuring her that, should she get his message, he was out looking for her. He'd never quite understood the need for a GPS tracker on a cell phone, but for once he was glad for this feature, as it meant he had a much easier time maneuvering than he would have otherwise. If she hadn't had the presence of mind to turn that on, he wouldn't have been able to find her at all, since he hadn't known where she'd gone. As it was, he wasn't sure he particularly sure he liked the looks of the place he'd arrived at.

He pushed his way through the dilapidated door with some trepidation; this place looked like the set of some horror movie, or one of those gritty and realistic post-apoc series. Not anywhere he wanted either himself or Dee to be. "Dee?" He whispered into the dust-covered room he'd stumbled upon. A sound from around the corner caught his attention and he gingerly tread across the floor, wondering if there was anyone there. Dee's cell phone was, but was she?

"Hello?" He whispered again and stopped as the corner revealed a bathroom door. The sounds were coming from in there, muffled sounds of pain and someone being sick. "Dee? Is that you?" He asked tentatively, pushing the door open without bothering to knock.

The sight of his girlfriend stooped over a broken toilet was enough to completely void the sexiness of the outfit she was wearing. "Dee!" He dropped down beside her, both relieved that he'd found her in one piece and worried that she was obviously ill. "Are you okay? Should I call an ambulance?"

[delilahamello]

She could hear footsteps, or at least she thought she could. The pounding in her head made it hard to tell what was what. A voice, a voice trying to break through the hazy fog that was her head. Dee...what was a Dee? D's were things you got on report cards...D's were easily changed to B's...not that her parents were ever really around to care.

The voice spoke again, Dee...it was a name..it was her name. The voice..it was Fin. Her beautiful, sweet, sensitive, loving Fin. Oh..god he was gonna hate her...was gonna be so disappointed in her. This was not her fault though. She just hoped he didnt hate and break up with her for it.

Hearing Fin gave her just enough strength to pull herself up on the toilet. The door opened, and she caught sight of Fin, blurry as he was. He knelt next to her. "I don't...i don't know what happened." She whimpered. "hospital good.." She muttered, fully limp against the toilet lid. Agreeing to be checked out might tell Fin that she had not taken anything on her own, or she'd be avoiding any sort of authority. "I think someone slipped me something last night.." She fought to speak, trying to keep her mind clear. "I didn't take anything on my own..I promise." There were honest real tears in her eyes, smudging her already smeared eyeliner and mascera.