Sarah approached then, took the cloth from me, tossed it onto the table. She looked at me closely, took my chin in her hand.
“Did you take something?”
“Take?” I asked rubbing my hands over my bare arms, itchy. Tense. My heart was going too fast. Too fast. I needed ice water. More water. Did they have ice cream on this stupid planet? Chocolate chocolate chunk? Something. “Is it hot in here?”
“Tiffani, what did you take?”
“Take? What do you mean? Like an aspirin?”
Sarah nodded.
“Nothing.”
Sarah looked over her shoulder at Dax.
“Are you sure?” Dax asked.
“Yes. I was in bed crying, and then I started to feel weird. God, there’s something wrong with me. I can’t settle down and my skin feels creepy, like ants are crawling all over me.”
I shivered, tugging at the seams of my dress, twitching. Ants? Maybe. Did they have little tiny spiders on this planet? Maybe it was spiders. I shivered, rubbing at my skin as if something truly was crawling all over me. But I saw nothing. I was so confused. “Do you have spiders? And why am I scrubbing your floor?”
I looked down at the clean white tile. I’d seen one tiny little speck of dirt and freaked. I’d tackled piles of greasy pans and cleaned restaurant fryers. This was nothing. Nothing. A speck of dirt?
Was it moving? Was it a spider?
I stepped back, looking for something to crush it with from far away. Did they have cast iron here? A broom? A broom might work.
My empty glass caught my eye.
God, I was still thirsty. “I’m thirsty, Sarah. I’m sorry. Can I have another glass of water?”
“How many have you had?”
I had to think for a minute. “I don’t know. Three. No, four. I think I’ve been roofied.”
Sarah didn’t roll her eyes at me. “Well, roofies would put you to sleep, not make you hyper.”
“Right.” Shit. I knew that. I’d seen it happen once at the restaurant. What was wrong with me?
“What is roofies?” Dax asked.
“It’s a drug that puts a person to sleep. Out cold, and when they wake up, they don’t remember anything that happened. It’s used on Earth, at least where Tiffani and I lived, as a drug to rape women.”
“Gods,” Dax growled. “Has anyone touched you, Tiffani?”
I shook my head. “Only Deek, but that was before his fever hit at the party. After that, he refused to touch me. Although we did share a bed in the cell. He wrapped his arms around me and I fell asleep. But that’s it.”
“Did you eat or drink anything anyone strange gave you at the party?” Sarah asked.
“Only from Deek.”
Dax went to a wall unit, took out an odd-looking black object with a strange coil at the top and returned to me. He pressed a button on it somewhere and a blue light lit the coils.
I frowned and tilted my head back away from it.
“It’s okay,” Sarah said. “It’s a ReGen wand, remember? Got rid of your headache. It heals wounds and stuff.”
Right. My headache from the NPU when I’d first arrived. That felt like a hundred years ago.