"No, you don't have to do anything for me!" I was so nervous that I almost suffocated. "Don't leave me! No!"
A heavy sense of exhaustion swept over me when I wanted to hold Ian's hands tightly. Then, suddenly, I lay weakly on the table. Only then was my mind clear.
Oh, shit. Ian must have spiked the mead. No wonder he didn't drink. Why did he do this to me?
Then, I saw Ian get up from his chair. He walked behind me, picked me up with both hands, and put me on the bed. I lay on the bed and watched him carefully tuck me in. Then, he sat by the bed and looked at me tenderly.