The hangover?

The last thing she actively remembered was pulling up to a stop light on her way to Luey and seeing the big box truck in front of her run the light. Shaking her head at the balls on some people and only just catching out of the corner of her gaze the black panel van that came up along side. Something spooked her but before she could kick of and take her chances with the intersection they were on her. The three of them to one of her, she went fighting hard. Clawing kicking and biting anything put near her mouth. Her bike was hopped on and driven up into the box truck and as the light went green the whole works pulled off. She hoped some one had seen it reported her taken but that hope was silly and short lived. The anger she saw at her having injured them earned her a back hand and a syringe full of something she hadn't recognized. It was all blackness and happy little trees, then she felt like she was being moved once then twice and then a third time. The last time was rougher more urgent and came after familiar voices. She assumed it was the drugs, that they were creating fictitious rescue shed already assumed in the panel van there was a high chance she'd never see any of them again because it wasn't the Russians this time they were Asian.

Soft sure hands were the next memory, the words opiates, large dose and withdrawal all reached her some how. When she finally opened her eyes and could look around D realized she was in a room at the club house and that the man sleeping in the chair was Luey. Blinking her throat was so dry, trying to find something to drink and knocking over the water on the table. It made her for head wrinkle and she almost felt nauseous. Shivering softly she burrowed under the blankets and sweated till they were soaked and so was her hair. She wanted to know why and how but until some one spoke to her she knew nothing of what had gone on after abduction and till she had woken up.