My back was aching. I opened one eye to see bright light and a lady moving in white. She smiled, "You're awake." I winced, lifting a hand to my face, "Where am I?" "Presbyterian Hospital." I shook my head, "What happened?" Was I hit by a cab? I was dying for sure. She laughed, "Partied a bit hard, I'm afraid. Your friend there brought you in last night. You were dehydrated beyond what I have seen in a while." I glanced over at Mike, passed out on a chair. He looked small there on the chair, curled into himself. I smiled, "He brought me in?" What the fuck had happened? I had nothing. He had a banner or sash in his hands. It was bright pink. Was I in Ms. New York contest? "What's that he's holding?" The nurse smiled harder, "Your bachelorette party sash. Guess you had fun." She left the room. It didn’t feel like I had fun. It felt like I was dying. "France." He stirred. I drank the water in the paper cup she had set next to me and then tossed it at him, "France!" He opened his eyes slowly, "Piss off, Jack.
