for a moment she did not register that tate was there, that he was worried about her, she was in shock about the events of that afternoon, but when he kissed her and pulled her closer she somewhat snapped out of it.
while she still sounded like a zombie, she managed to answer to him, voice shaky and full of urgency. she was scared, and dazed, and very very confused since she didn’t remember most of her day.
“i don’t know. i think i was drugged, but from what little i can make, i think i was raped but that does matter, i think i may have killed someone, cause i was covered in blood but it’s not my fucking blood. we need to find out who i killed, i need to clean this mess. i need your help tate.”