Caring for a... friend.

"Thank goodness you're still here," Chris said, his voice filled with both concern and relief.

Chris looked at him closely. Not only did he reek of alcohol, but his face was flushed red. His hair was not tied, so it was messy and all over his face. He was still wearing his jacket from before. Everything was still intact. But there was a bulge in the front of his pants. A very obvious one.

"You... came," Sky said, his eyes glazed and unsteady.

"I said I would. How do you feel?" Sky asked as he pushed some of his hair away from his face.

"I... don't know what happened. Everything felt hazy, and I... can't think... straight." Sky managed to answer.

"We'll figure this out. Let's get you to the hospital—"

Sky shook his head. "No... hospitals."

"But you need it. You're not only drunk, but you've likely been drugged too, and I don't know how I should help you—"