The more Zac listens to Sabine, the more he [i]knew[/i] she was anything but okay. Normally, when someone felt hot, their skin flushed, but her skin was probably a shade or two paler than before she went upstairs, which immediately raised a red flag in his mind. What's more, she was speaking a mile a minute, her eyes darting around the club as if she were expecting something to jump out at her at any moment.

It didn't take much thought for Zac to figure what had happened in the time the two of them separated: her rapid-fire speech, the blood that still remained on her shirt, and her complaints that she was hot were all enough to tell him that she experienced one of the seedier parts of the VIP lounge.

Now, came the question: what now? He could tell her she needed to get to a hospital, since he was sure that, by the way she was acting, something was very wrong, but that could end up with her walking off alone, then who knows what would happen? He could ignore it, but that was immediately ruled out. Just from the short time he had spent with her, he had grown to like her quite a bit, and if he ignored what was happening, he'd never be able to forgive himself. That only left one option: to call her out on it.

"What'd you take?"