Betrayal Down Memory Lane

The Strip and Red Rock Canyon (12)

I pulled up to Leo's driveway at about 11pm. After working with patients in the hospital all day long, I thought I would surprise him with a visit. It was late, but I knew he didn't mind. I got out of my car and walked to his front doorstep. I had forgotten the spare keys he gave me at my apartment, so I rang the doorbell twice.

No answer.

"Leo?" I called out, knocking on the door.  What is he up to? I twisted the doorknob and to my surprise the door was unlocked. I began to worry. I rushed inside and shut the door behind me, now locking it.

"Leo!" I yelled.

I panicked, pacing around through the dining room. I entered the living room, immediately bringing my hands over my mouth as I gasped. "Oh, my god." Shot glasses and glass bottles were scattered all over the floor. He was slumped over against the couch. "Leo, Leo, oh my god." After stepping over the mess he had made, I crouched next to him, seeing if he was conscious. His eyes were half open and he blinked slowly. "No..." I stroked his cheek. His skin was cold. He was extremely wasted. I checked his pulse. I was relieved it was there, but it was very slow. He groaned, fluttering his eyes multiple times as he looked at me.

"Sweetheart?" His voice was raspy and he managed to smile.

"Hey, hey, I'm here, you're gonna be okay." I faintly smiled.

I inhaled deeply. "Just stay with me okay?" Leo was unresponsive. He gagged twice and I quickly backed away from him. Vomit suddenly spewed out from his mouth onto his clothes and on the floor in front of him.

His body started to slide towards the ground. "No, Leo you need to sit up." I struggled to push him up to a seated position again. He slumped onto me, somewhat pushing me back with all his weight. "Ugh, Leo c'mon sit up, you're too heavy." I groaned. I felt the vomit from his clothes start to stick to mine.

Eww. I scrunched up my face in slight disgust.

The room started to smell like alcohol and vomit. I continued to push him off me and he threw up again. I used all the strength I had to forcibly push him away as I quickly felt his vomit run down my back. I held his chin to keep his head up as I began to dial 911.

"911 what's your emergency?"

I glanced at Leo. "Yes, hi I found my boyfriend in his home somewhat unresponsive. Um, he's been drinking and I'm pretty sure he has alcohol poisoning."

"Are you with him right now?" The dispatcher asked.

"Yeah, I am. He's thrown up on himself twice and he's not responding to me. I really need help I don't want him to die." I cried. 

"Okay ma'am just tell me where you are and we'll get help there as quick as we can okay?" She spoke in a calm manner. I told her Leo's address and thanked her.

I stood up, pulling Leo off the floor so he could sit on the couch. He slumped over again and I gently placed him down onto his side so he could lay down without the risk of choking on his own vomit. I needed to clean myself up a bit before the paramedics arrived.

I rushed over to the bathroom not wanting to leave Leo alone for too long. I quickly washed away the vomit that was on my hands and arms. There wasn't much I could do about the vomit on my clothes and back. I unlocked the bathroom door and opened it, running back to the living room. I paused seeing Leo on his back, passed out. I glanced around, strangely seeing the sun shining through the windows.

I wasn't in the bathroom that long. What happened?

I sat down next to Leo, seeing a white foamy substance escaping from his mouth.