Groggy and confused

Waking is like swimming up through warm water, much different than your usual instant wakefulness. You sit up, shaking your head and rubbing your eyes to clear the cobwebs before rolling out of bed and dragging yourself into the shower. You alternate between hot and cold until you feel awake, rinsing a fuzzy, almost sickly taste out of your mouth. You feel like you're hungover, but you can't imagine how that could have happened on a couple of beers.

You wonder if you're coming down with something as you slowly regain some clarity. You remember the bizarre dreams of last night, the surreal otherworldliness that blended your combat tours with Pink Rose Academy, culminating with pressing Diana Naylor down and ravishing her, ripping away her virginity as you thrust into her squirming body.

Finally feeling better you get out of the shower and roughly towel yourself dry. Stepping into your bathroom you pull a t-shirt out of a drawer, pulling it over your head before tugging on some underwear. You're about to grab a shirt when your eyes are caught and dragged to the bed, captured by something unexpected.

There are spots of blood in the middle of the bed, spots surrounded by a dried stain. To all appearances the evidence of a virgin's deflowering.

"What the fuck Hawk?" you mutter to yourself, wondering what the hell is happening. "What the actual fuck?"