You had just 'done it' with Patrick Hockstetter. You don't even want to recount how you got into the situation, but now you were just lying in his bed uncomfortably. He got crazy during, like, you almost passed out and swear that you had never had so many bruises or cuts and burns all at ones.

And where's Patrick? Not looking after you, of course. Not that you really expected him to, but, like... damn, dude. Come on. You see, Patrick was a pretty selfish guy, so no wonder he did zero aftercare. He had just left the room, presumably cleaning himself up and doing whatever else while he left you in pain, quite literally from your head to your toes. At least his parents weren't home. Though he eventually came back.