Break down the breakdown

Eden guided me to the little table near the fridge where she ate breakfast. When I sat down she pressed her hand against my forehead. It was cold enough to make me shiver, even though I was the one who'd been outside. The heat was cranked to the max in here. She joked often that she was secretly a lizard wearing a skinsuit. "Fever looks good on you," she said, taking the hand back and going to the sink. She poured me a glass of cold water.

"Wait, you weren't kidding?" I croaked. About the compliment a second ago.

"Gives you that freshly fucked look."

"I am."

She spun back to me, spilling half the water over the floor. "I fucking knew it!" she said. "No wonder you're tired. You didn't sleep at all, did you?"

My eyes slipped closed of their own accord. It felt true, but I didn't know how to account for the gaps in my memory if I hadn't slept. Or the trippy dreams. I thought the man at the station was real, and he was almost as strange. "I dunno. It was really weird, honestly."

"Feet stuff?" Not weird, by her standards. She once told me she had lived with a guy for six months who just wanted one foot in his mouth and the other caressing his dick. "Who was it?"

"I don't know," I admitted.

She paused. "Babe, are you okay? Like, really. Did someone hurt you? If you want I can call the hospital and see if I can get a kit. Or if you took something bad I think I have something around here that'll flush you out. Gimme a second." She buzzed back into motion. Incapable of standing still for a second. I tried to get up to get her to stop, but she just nudged me back into the chair with her hands on my shoulders.

"Nobody hurt me," I said.

Eden looked down at me. "Are you sure? Sorry, that's a dumb question. You might not know. Why don't you get in my bed and sleep for a bit? We can talk more when you get up."

My hand slipped down and landed with a loud clap on her table. Both of us jumped. "Sorry, sorry, didn't mean to do that," I hissed, trying to clean it up. There was no mess. I was being fussy for no reason. Then I looked at Eden again. She was unnerved, I could tell. If something could throw even Eden off her game, I knew I had cause for concern.

"I had a threesome last night."

Her mischievous smile snuck back onto her face. "Lucky duck," she said. "Two guys or you and another girl? You really don't know who it was? Either of them?"

Two fingers pressed against my forehead to relieve some of the pressure. It didn't work. "Her name was Rania. We met at Le Mythe. I went with Luke, he had to meet some guys. It wasn't him, though, I'm pretty sure. I don’t know when I lost track of him." His number was in my phone. We'd chatted about the club a couple days before our outint. He promised me bottle service, then cheaped out. Like I needed him to pay for my drinks, but I remember rolling my eyes at him. That was when I went to the dance floor, the glass, where Rania and I came together. It could've been that other one dancing with us, but it didn't feel that way. One of the men Luke was meeting with?

"I don't know what happened, but you need to go to bed," Eden said.