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Sorry I'm late today! I've got my last marching band competition today and we had a busy morning :,)

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⊹ 𝟹-𝟷𝟿-𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟾 ⊹

My peaceful stupor was slowly fading away and I wasn't entirely sure why it had to. I had been in such a state of peace for God only knows how long. I wasn't ready to wake up and face reality again. I wagered I'd be awake anytime soon, and maybe I'd be in my bed staring up at the ceiling, or maybe on the couch, maybe even the bloody bathroom floor. Those were approximately half of the places I had ended up in after drinking in the past.

The sight around me when my eyes finally opened was not any of those, though. Instead, I was somewhere unfamiliar. Somewhere very unfamiliar. The lighting was harsh, especially with the overwhelming amount of bloody white in the room. I was practically blinded by the harshness of it all.

My head was pounding against my skull and I wondered if maybe it was about to explode altogether. I moved my head around to try and get a glimpse of where I was, and my eyes widened when I realized that there were bloody needles sticking in my arms. What in the goddamn world? Why in the world was I in a fucking hospital?

My head swiveled more aggressively now as I searched for someone to explain everything to me. Why was I here? And where the hell was everyone? Wasn't somebody gonna tell me what was going on?

Suddenly, an extremely angry-looking Paul stormed into my hospital room and glared at me. "Welcome bloody back," he practically growled and I cocked an eyebrow.

"Thanks?" I responded. I was scared to move my arms, worried that the damned needles in them might hurt, but my head continued to examine the room, confusion clouding my brain. "Why'm I here?" I asked Paul. Then, I realized that Paul was supposed to be in bloody India. "Wait, why are you here?" I asked. "You're not supposed to be here."

"I'm here because ye fuckin' overdosed, Liss!" he responded angrily.

My eyes widened immediately and a little opened up in my stomach. For a moment, I wondered if there was anything in my stomach for me to hack up...and if there was, then it wasn't going to last long in my belly. "I what?" I asked. "Don't you think that might be a touch dramatic?"

"Took bloody four of them, Liss. Four of those damned barbiturates. Can't believe that you even have them still, especially in a place where you can get to them when you're drunk! Do you know how much damned alcohol they found in you?" Paul's voice was rising steadily. He was pissed at me.

"Four?" I asked incredulously. "I only took two! I always only take two!"

Paul shook his head profusely. "No, ye fuckin' don't. Clearly. They found enough bloody drugs in you to I dictate that you took four. Maybe even five." His voice continued to her louder until I couldn't stand it anymore.