Chapter 24
Chapter Twenty-Four
Grace
Jamieson and I stepped onto the elevator and headed back to our rooms to change.
“You up for getting rip-roaring drunk with me?” I grinned.
“Seriously? You’re going to get drunk?”
“You bet I am. You in?”
“Yeah. I’m in.” He smirked.
“Great. Give me about twenty minutes, and I’ll meet you at the pool. We can start there.”
“I’ll be waiting.”
While Jamieson and I were at the pool, we talked to Mandy and Greg, a couple from Los Angeles.
They were both in their mid-twenties. Mandy worked at an art gallery, and Greg worked as a systems tech for a high-end security company.
They were beautiful together and were in Vegas to get married.
Their wedding was already being planned back home by both families, and they said it was getting to be too much, so they decided to take a trip to Vegas and elope.
I thought it was romantic, and Jamieson called them straight-up crazy.
“So, what will your families say when you tell them you got married?” I asked Mandy.
“They won’t be happy, but we don’t care.
They’re the reason we’ve decided to do this.
They were making our wedding out to be about them, and now both sides are arguing over the stupidest things.
It’s as if our opinion didn’t matter. My father said they'd do what they wanted as long as he was paying for it.”
“Sounds awful,” I spoke.
“How long have the two of you been together?” Greg asked Jamieson.
“Oh, we’re not together.” He laughed. “We work together. We both were speakers at the medical conference here in the hotel.”
“So, you’re both doctors?” Mandy asked.
“I’m a trauma surgeon, and he’s a neurosurgeon,” I replied.
“Damn,” Greg spoke.
“We totally thought the two of you were a couple. You’re so cute together.” Mandy grinned.
“Nope. No couple for us,” Jamieson spoke as he finished off his drink. “Another round?” he asked.
We spent the day with them, drinking by the pool.
Then, we changed our clothes, met them at the bar, had more drinks, and did a few shots, or maybe it was more than a few.
All I knew was that I was wasted out of my mind, and I’d pay for it tomorrow.
But I didn’t care. I was having fun and forgetting about what day it was.
Speaking of being drunk, Jamieson was also wasted out of his mind, and the two of us were having the time of our lives as the night started to become a big blur.
I slowly opened my eyes. My head throbbed with pain and my throat was dry.
I could barely move as my stomach churned over and over again.
I closed my eyes again, and when I rolled over, my arm wrapped around bare skin.
Shit. Opening one eye, I saw Jamieson lying there.
Looking down at myself, I lifted the sheet and saw I was naked.
Great, we had sex again. The last thing I remembered about last night was Jamieson and I walking down the strip with drinks in our hand laughing.
I couldn’t deal with today yet, so I went back to sleep.
Jamieson
“Fuck,” I moaned as I placed my arm across my forehead.
My head was pounding, and my eyes were swollen.
I hadn’t been this drunk or hungover in years.
I slowly turned my head and saw Grace was sound asleep.
I wondered if she felt as bad as I did. Considering how much we drank all day.
I wouldn’t be surprised if we had alcohol poisoning.
I reached over and attempted to grab my phone from the nightstand, but it wasn’t there.
Slowly lifting my aching head, I saw it lying on the floor beside the bed.
I reached down, picked it up, and dialed Stuart Collins.
“Dr. Collins,” he answered.
“Stuart, it’s Jamieson. I need you to quickly bring me two banana bags to the Venetian Hotel.”
I scanned the room and noticed I was in Grace’s suite.
“Room 3025. Stat!”
“Too much to drink last night?” He chuckled.
“You could say that.”
“I should be there in about fifteen minutes.”
“Thanks, Stuart. I owe you one.”
I set my phone down and slowly closed my eyes.
“Who were you talking to?” Grace mumbled.
“Stuart Collins. He’s going to bring us banana bags in about fifteen minutes. You need one, right?”
“Fuck yes. I feel like I’m dying,” she softly spoke.
“Yeah, me too.”
“I remember nothing about last night. And I’m sorry to say I don’t remember us having sex,” she whispered.
“I don’t either. So don’t feel bad.”
“You used a condom, right?” she grumbled.
“To be honest, I don’t know.”
She rolled over onto her back and placed her arm over her head.
“What time is it?”
I glanced at the clock on the nightstand.
“Eleven o’clock.” I reached over, grabbed a white robe lying on the floor, and handed it to her. “You better put this on before he gets here.”
“Who is Stuart Collins, and how does he have banana bags?” she asked as she struggled into her robe.
“He was one of my residents a couple of years ago. He works at the hospital not too far from here.”
There was a knock on the door, and I struggled to get out of bed. Pulling on my pants from yesterday, I slowly stumbled to the door and opened it.
“Damn, Jamieson, you look like shit.” Stuart smiled.
“Thanks. Good to see you too. Come on in. Do Grace first.”
“Hi, I’m Doctor Collins. No worries, Grace. I’m going to pump you full of fluids to help speed up your recovery.”
“I know what a banana bag is, Dr. Collins. I’m a trauma surgeon.”
“Oh. Well, it’s nice to meet you.”
As soon as he was done inserting the IV into Grace, he walked over to my side of the bed and began mine.
“Did you two get married or something?” he asked.
“No. Why the hell would you ask that?”
“Because you’re both wearing the same gold bands on your left hand.”
Grace and I both looked at our hands at the same time and then at each other. My heart started racing, and I felt like I was going to vomit. This was nothing but a joke. A joke we must have played on each other last night.
Grace
I could feel my airway starting to close, and I couldn’t breathe. I was going into a full-on panic attack.
“Grace, I need you to take deep breaths,” Stuart spoke as he ran over to my side of the bed. “Look at me.”
I began to sweat profusely and felt like I was going to pass out.
“Slow, deep breaths,” Stuart spoke. “There you go. Better now?” he asked.
I stared at him and slowly nodded my head.
“A drunk marriage. I see it all the time at the hospital. I better get going. I think the two of you need to talk.”
“Thanks, Stuart,” Jamieson spoke.
“No problem. I hope the two of you feel better.”
He left the room, and Jamieson turned to me.
“Grace, this didn’t happen. It has to be a joke. I bet these aren’t even real.”
“Oh my God, what did we do?” My eyes widened at him.
“Nothing. We did nothing!” he loudly voiced. “Goddamn it, why can’t I fucking remember anything?”
“I need to go back to sleep,” I spoke. “Let’s just go to sleep, and we’ll figure this out when we wake up.”
“Good idea,” Jamieson spoke. “Because, right now, I can’t deal with this.”