When Remy woke up she was surrounded by complete darkness, she wouldn´t even see her own hand.
It was quiet around her, there was not a single sound, but still she knew why she had woken up.
Her stomach felt as if someone had ripped it apart and she felt really sick.
She knew that she had to go to the toilet immediately or otherwise this wouldn´t turn out well.
The next thing she had to discover was, that she was completely naked. No bra, no panties, she was as nude as god had made her.
That was strange, usually she never slept naked, she wore jammies.
Wondering about that she tumbled up, whereby she touched something that felt like an arm.
Was there someone lying in her bed?? Had she taken anyone home with her last evening, when she left the charity ball of the hospital?
As a new wave of sickness overcame Remy, she stopped wondering about that and hurried to the lightswitch.
In complete darkness she groped for it, but couldn´t find it. A quiet curse left her lips as she stumbled forwards and ran against a cupboard, which wasn´t meant to be there.
Was this really her apartment? Slowly she started doubting it...
She groped her way forwards and found a door. Remy stumbled in and closed it behind her.
As soons as she was in, a sudden dizziness overcame her and she fell backwards against a wall, coincidentally catching a lightswitch.
The lights in the room turned on and she saw that she was in a bathroom which was definitely not hers.
Wondering in whose apartment she has woken up, she reached for a big towel and wrapped it around her naked body.
Then Remy felt how her stomach turned around and a few seconds later she was kneeling on the floor, bending over the toilet bowl and vomiting the hell out of her.
Two hours later or so, the sun began to rise outside, the door suddenly swung open. Remy, who was still sitting in front of the toilet, because her sickness hadn´t lessened, winced with terror and looked up.
The man who came in was no other than Wilson.
Remy´s eyes widened. "Dr.Wilson???"
He didn´t respond but headed for the washbowl and threw up as well.
"Last night you called him James."
Only now Remy noticed Kutner standing in the door and looking down at her.
"Kutner??? You too? What´s going on here?", Remy almost yelled and wrapped the towel tighter around her naked body.
"What? You forgot it?", Kutner asked, slightly amused and looked at Remy´s pale face.
Wilson, who had just finished vomiting, turned around, his face as pale as Remy´s.
Kutner on the other hand didn´t look too bad, his face wasn´t very pale and he didn´t seem to be half-dead.
"You two seem to be unable to hold your drink", Kutner grinned slightly. Remy could have kicked his ass for that, but pulled herself together.
"Whose apartment is that...?", she murmured, not remembering anything of the last night.
"It´s mine.", Wilson answered before vomiting again.
"So...what´s for breakfast? Ham and eggs?", Kutner suggested.
As she heard him talking of food, Remy´s stomach turned around again.
Wilson noticed her vomiting once more and shot a blaming look at Kutner. "Shut up"
"Sorry, my mistake.", Kutner went into the kitchen and came back with two glasses of fresh water, which he gave to Remy and Wilson.
They took them thankfully.
After she had sipped some water, Remy looked up at Kutner and Wilson again.
"So...what have we done..?", she asked carefully, aware of the fact that she woke up totally nude.
Kutner and Wilson bandied looks.
They both seemed to remember what had happened, but Remy didn´t.
"You don´t need to remember.", Wilson murmured emberassed.
"It´s a pity that she forgot...she had such a good night.", Kutner contradicted.
"How would you know?"
"Oh, that was pretty clear from your estatically moaning..."
Remy blushed as she heard that, but Kutner wouldn´t stop talking.
"I guess you enjoyed being caressed by two men at the same time."
Remy just stared at him speechless and Wilson seemed to be desperately looking for something to hide behind.
"Where are my clothes...?", Remy murmured embarassed, she wanted to get away from them both as soon as possible.
Kutner shrugged. "I don´t know... you will have to search for them. By the way, the last time I saw your panties, Wilson had them in his mouth."
Remy turned her head to look at Wilson who immediately went out after that, saying he needed to get some more water.
Remy hoped that this was just a dream. She would wake up any moment...
"Erm..what are you waiting for?", Kutner asked slightly amused.
"Nothing... by the way...why aren´t you vomiting?"
"Because I didn´t drank as much as you two."
"And...who had this stupid idea??" Remy sounded a little angry. The men must have get her sloshed to make her do that.
"That was your idea.", Kutner laughed, " you were almost begging us, don´t remember?"
"Mine?? I would never..."
"He´s right...", Wilson came back in.
"Damn alcohol...." Remy stood up, went out and looked for her clothes, which were scattered everywhere.
As she was finally dressed, she looked into the mirror. She was still very pale, she must have drunken herself almost to death. Suddenly she discovered something, that didn´t make her day better...
"Wilson! Kutner! Which of you is responsible for those colossal hickeys???", she yelled and came out of the bathroom, seeing that Kutner was about to leave Wilson´s apartment.
"It was him...", Wilson pointed at Kutner, who quickly turned around and ran.
"Sorry Thirteen! Bye! See you tomorrow at work!"
The End....
Sorry for any mistakes I made
It was quiet around her, there was not a single sound, but still she knew why she had woken up.
Her stomach felt as if someone had ripped it apart and she felt really sick.
She knew that she had to go to the toilet immediately or otherwise this wouldn´t turn out well.
The next thing she had to discover was, that she was completely naked. No bra, no panties, she was as nude as god had made her.
That was strange, usually she never slept naked, she wore jammies.
Wondering about that she tumbled up, whereby she touched something that felt like an arm.
Was there someone lying in her bed?? Had she taken anyone home with her last evening, when she left the charity ball of the hospital?
As a new wave of sickness overcame Remy, she stopped wondering about that and hurried to the lightswitch.
In complete darkness she groped for it, but couldn´t find it. A quiet curse left her lips as she stumbled forwards and ran against a cupboard, which wasn´t meant to be there.
Was this really her apartment? Slowly she started doubting it...
She groped her way forwards and found a door. Remy stumbled in and closed it behind her.
As soons as she was in, a sudden dizziness overcame her and she fell backwards against a wall, coincidentally catching a lightswitch.
The lights in the room turned on and she saw that she was in a bathroom which was definitely not hers.
Wondering in whose apartment she has woken up, she reached for a big towel and wrapped it around her naked body.
Then Remy felt how her stomach turned around and a few seconds later she was kneeling on the floor, bending over the toilet bowl and vomiting the hell out of her.
Two hours later or so, the sun began to rise outside, the door suddenly swung open. Remy, who was still sitting in front of the toilet, because her sickness hadn´t lessened, winced with terror and looked up.
The man who came in was no other than Wilson.
Remy´s eyes widened. "Dr.Wilson???"
He didn´t respond but headed for the washbowl and threw up as well.
"Last night you called him James."
Only now Remy noticed Kutner standing in the door and looking down at her.
"Kutner??? You too? What´s going on here?", Remy almost yelled and wrapped the towel tighter around her naked body.
"What? You forgot it?", Kutner asked, slightly amused and looked at Remy´s pale face.
Wilson, who had just finished vomiting, turned around, his face as pale as Remy´s.
Kutner on the other hand didn´t look too bad, his face wasn´t very pale and he didn´t seem to be half-dead.
"You two seem to be unable to hold your drink", Kutner grinned slightly. Remy could have kicked his ass for that, but pulled herself together.
"Whose apartment is that...?", she murmured, not remembering anything of the last night.
"It´s mine.", Wilson answered before vomiting again.
"So...what´s for breakfast? Ham and eggs?", Kutner suggested.
As she heard him talking of food, Remy´s stomach turned around again.
Wilson noticed her vomiting once more and shot a blaming look at Kutner. "Shut up"
"Sorry, my mistake.", Kutner went into the kitchen and came back with two glasses of fresh water, which he gave to Remy and Wilson.
They took them thankfully.
After she had sipped some water, Remy looked up at Kutner and Wilson again.
"So...what have we done..?", she asked carefully, aware of the fact that she woke up totally nude.
Kutner and Wilson bandied looks.
They both seemed to remember what had happened, but Remy didn´t.
"You don´t need to remember.", Wilson murmured emberassed.
"It´s a pity that she forgot...she had such a good night.", Kutner contradicted.
"How would you know?"
"Oh, that was pretty clear from your estatically moaning..."
Remy blushed as she heard that, but Kutner wouldn´t stop talking.
"I guess you enjoyed being caressed by two men at the same time."
Remy just stared at him speechless and Wilson seemed to be desperately looking for something to hide behind.
"Where are my clothes...?", Remy murmured embarassed, she wanted to get away from them both as soon as possible.
Kutner shrugged. "I don´t know... you will have to search for them. By the way, the last time I saw your panties, Wilson had them in his mouth."
Remy turned her head to look at Wilson who immediately went out after that, saying he needed to get some more water.
Remy hoped that this was just a dream. She would wake up any moment...
"Erm..what are you waiting for?", Kutner asked slightly amused.
"Nothing... by the way...why aren´t you vomiting?"
"Because I didn´t drank as much as you two."
"And...who had this stupid idea??" Remy sounded a little angry. The men must have get her sloshed to make her do that.
"That was your idea.", Kutner laughed, " you were almost begging us, don´t remember?"
"Mine?? I would never..."
"He´s right...", Wilson came back in.
"Damn alcohol...." Remy stood up, went out and looked for her clothes, which were scattered everywhere.
As she was finally dressed, she looked into the mirror. She was still very pale, she must have drunken herself almost to death. Suddenly she discovered something, that didn´t make her day better...
"Wilson! Kutner! Which of you is responsible for those colossal hickeys???", she yelled and came out of the bathroom, seeing that Kutner was about to leave Wilson´s apartment.
"It was him...", Wilson pointed at Kutner, who quickly turned around and ran.
"Sorry Thirteen! Bye! See you tomorrow at work!"
The End....
Sorry for any mistakes I made