Wrong bathroom

As you approach the bathroom, you notice a sign on the door that reads "Men's Room." You pause for a moment, unsure if you're in the right place. But then you remember that you're still disoriented from the ****, and you convince yourself that it's just a mix-up.

You push open the door, stepping inside. The bathroom is dimly lit, and there's a strong smell of urine and stale cigarette smoke. There's a single stall in the corner, and a sink with a cracked mirror above it.

Your eyes adjust to the darkness, and you notice two men standing at the urinals. They glance at you as you enter, but quickly turn their attention back to their own business.

You feel a sudden wave of shame and vulnerability wash over you. You had forgotten about the men, and now you're standing in a men's bathroom, still reeling from the trauma of what just happened with Bobby.

Just as you're about to turn around and leave, you feel a hand on your shoulder. You jump, letting out a small scream, before turning around to see Big John standing there.

"Hey, are you okay?" he asks, his voice full of concern.

You shake your head and fall into his arms, feeling your legs give out beneath you. "I don't know what's happening," you mumble, your speech slurred. "I think someone must have **** me."

Big John's expression turns into a big smile you with a look of surprise and confusion. "It's okay," he says, gently guiding you to a nearby stall and helping you sit down on the toilet seat. "Just rest for a moment."

"Do you know what happened?" he asks, his voice gentle and soothing.

You shake your head, feeling tears well up in your eyes. "No," you mumble, your speech still slurred. "Good", he says as he nods.