Marina's POV:
I'm not sure what kind of drugs I've been served, but this s**t slaps good. Because by the time I wake up, everything is still spinning and I slowly become nauseous just by lying down. There is a mild amusement in the little spin the ceiling downs above me and I start to chuckle for myself while I watch it spin like a f*****g merry go round. When I push myself up, the nausea hits hard and before I process what is happening, someone pushes a bowl in my lap and I lean over and throw up whatever contents my stomach had right now. Which was not much, really. Just bile and whatever gross things were those that floated on it. I gag at my own stupidity of looking at the contents of the bowl and push it away. The bowl is removed and I'm offered some water to clean my mouth and drink
