While all of this unfolded, Alex's body was carried off by hospital staff and his mind was somewhere nearby but it felt like it was a million miles away. The last thing he saw was darkness and then there was light and sound. It pulsed around him and he didn't know what exactly what was going on. The light was shifting and moving around and he didn't know what to think. The sounds around him were music and voices but he couldn't tell exactly what they were. He just knew because like the light, it didn't make sense.
He was moving though but he didn't feel like he was in control. Something was moving him. His other senses started to kick in. He could smell alcohol in the air. He could feel a pair of hands carrying him somewhere and then his legs worked but barely. He was stumbling around and it felt like he was wearing heels and trying to walk. Only Alex knew how to walk around in heels, better than a lot of the girls he knew. He heard breathing near his neck and then it felt hot against his skin. The colors were dimming and the sounds quieting. The world around him started to make a little more sense. Furniture, people, but it was like walking through a funhouse.
"Hey," he tried to say but the words came out slurred and it didn't sound like himself. He lifted a hand and started at the fingers but didn't recognize them. They were smaller and more slender. and when he looked down he saw a dress and shit, were those breasts? Or was it his eyes just messing with him. What the actual fuck was going on?
There was the click of a door and Alex realized whoever it was with him stopped walking and Alex attempted to step away. Whoever it was let him go and he stumbled forward, grasping onto the nearest surface. He couldn't walk straight, let alone stand all that well. The sound outside sounded more like music, now that there was a door to buffer its volume.
"Come'ere, hun," a male voice said and Alex turned his head but the motion didn't go very far because he was being manhandled again.
"No," Alex said and tried to push at the whoever it was but his poor coordination didn't do much. The voice said more but Alex didn't listen because he didn't want to hear. Whoever this was, he didn't want him touching him. Or her. Alex wished he understood what was going on and why he could think straight but the rest of him couldn't do much of anything. He felt his face press against the wall and there were hands on him. God, why the fuck was this guy touching him!?
"No," he repeated but he suddenly felt tired. A hand felt up his leg and Alex's fears were starting to become a reality. Then he heard the door open again.
"Hey, sorry, I'm trying to get her to sit down," a voice behind him said and Alex wanted to say, "No, he's not." Nothing came out though. He couldn't speak straight and he attempted to at least reach out but his arms felt heavy. He turned his head and through painted lashes he could make out the shape at the door and then . . .
It was him. He was standing at the door.
"Is she okay?" the other Alex asked, staring at them.
"Yeah, she just had too much to drink," the voice near him said, "I've got this under control though. What are you looking for?"