Her face was nearly gray but for now she was resting between bouts of violent nausea. He didn’t know how much more her body could handle as it tried to rid itself of the poison. GHB, the doctors said. Gamma Hydroxy Butrate. Street name G, Gook, Easy Lay, Vita G or G Juice, take your pick. Similar to the date-rape drug, Rohypnol, but more insidious and dangerous. He was told to expect the nausea as well as disorientation, dizziness, unconsciousness and memory loss, but the warnings didn’t make it any easier to watch. She was in and out, throwing up when she was awake and sleeping fitfully in between. A rage unlike he’d ever experienced before swirled inside him. He would discover who did this to her and he would kill the bastard. Slowly. He had a bad feeling this John guy wasn’t acting on his own. If they found him, maybe they’d discover who was behind this. She moaned and her eyes fluttered open, but there was nothing there, no recognition. She was still under the influence, awake but not conscious.
