It was well into the afternoon when Ian finally woke up. He had a pounding headache; which Dr. Juan had told Drax could linger for a few days depending on how high his fever had gotten before he was put into a cold shower. Ian did not care about that at all though, his entire plan for the evening had been ruined, and he could only imagine how much more Mina hated him for it.
Drax tried to cheer him up by reminding him how hard Mina was laughing, but the night had become like a blur to Ian. He could remember some things, but not all, and he was having trouble figuring out which memories were real, and which were misinterpreted. He was sure he had kissed Mina, but the context in which they kissed made no sense to him, so he pushed it into the same category with the robot he was sure he had been dancing with.
