Her brain felt slow, foggy, until she heard a sound at the door, a thump against the wood paneling.Her brain felt slow, foggy, until she heard a sound at the door, a thump against the wood paneling. She rose from her seat and ran to the door, opening it. A body, slumped against the door, fell into her apartment. "Kiza?" she asked, looking down. Her roommate was a mess, the fur matted with a dried, pasty substance in places. Her outfit was torn to shreds, and Furry couldn't even find her purse. "Furr...rry," Kiza said, looking up. She suddenly began to cry. "Oh, fah, Furry, help me." "Kiza?" "Furry, please... help me." "What happened?" "I don't..." Kiza began sobbing as Furry helped her to her feet. "I don't want to talk about it. Just... please. Help me into the bathroom." Furry, gripping Kiza about the waist, led her into the bathroom. Kiza loosed herself from Furry's grasp and fell, nearly head-first, towards the toilet, where she immediately vomited the contents of her stomach. Furry winced, then stood outside and waited for Kiza to finish. The sounds came for a long time, finally ending in violent dry heaves that sounded worse than the actual sounds of throwing up. She poked her head in. "Kiza?" Kiza's voice, pale and weak, echoed in the bowl. "Help me." Furry knelt down beside her Marten roommate. "How?" "Get these clothes off of me," Kiza begged. "And... a bath. Please. I need a shower." "What happened to you?" Furry decided that Kiza's clothing was unsalvageable, and when she couldn't make the buttons do what she wanted, she just tore them open. In less than a minute she had Kiza undressed, and turned to start up the shower. "I... I got drunk." "I can smell that," Furry said. "I mean, I got really drunk. I, uhm, I went to Hover's. You know, the bar where all the jocks hang out. I led a few of them on, and we... we... Oh fah..." Kiza hung her head in the toilet and the heaves began again, body-tearing sounds that made Furry's stomach do flip-flops all their own. Furry found the strength to reach out and touch Kiza's shoulder. "Are we talking rape, Kiza?" "No," Kiza said. "I... I wanted them to. I led them on, and it just got out of hand. I let them do anything they wanted, Furry... Oh, fah, I want to die now... I can't believe what I did when I was drunk." "Are you okay? I mean, medically-- should I call a doctor or something?" "I just hurt, Furry. |