Everlong

We all got vices .

TW: MENTIONS OF ATTEMPT OF SA an Gas lighting .

"Here. We're in the bathroom now, try to walk straight." The  Anonymous man directed Sam.

Samantha swayed left and right.  Her arm hits the blow dryer in the bathroom. Creating a nosier atmosphere than before along with hip hop music blaring.

"I'd like to go home now..alone.. I'm not --I don't feel good, I just wanna sleep-"
Sam's words were cut off by a erosion of burning vomit plummeting out of her throat into the toilet.
Kneeling down, falling to her knees, bracing herself for yet, another mouthful of vomit. So tired, so dog tired.

"Please. I wanna go home."
Her head settled on the seat of toilet. Closing her eyes, drifting off.
Her hair was pulled to one side by the man from the bar. Revealing a drunken slumber with drool dribbling to the porcelain seat.

"Shh, I'll make you feel better.." the eerie voice spoke behind her.

*******
Samantha's eyes tried to pry open, it hurt to have them open with bright uv lights.. She could hear the beeping sound of a machine.  The faint sounds of footsteps.

The smell of coffee, super strong. Bold roast? In fact , it was so strong , it was rather nauseating. Either that or it was the alcohol that made her feel that way.

She realized she had tubes in her nose an there was a pinching pain in her hand. She moved her fingertips to feel over her right hand. There was a needle poking into her skin. 
She nearly had a heart attack with the panic if she had gotten so drunk that she tried a opioid for the first time.
That very instant she pried her eyes open not caring if it hurt to see.

Thankfully there was a IV attached to that needle, leading up to a saline bag.
Sam now looked at left hand an saw a pulse oximeter on her finger.
On the bedside table was a large bouquet of sunflowers an roses that looked like they've been threw hell and back.

I'm in the hospital? Who brought me to the hospital??

The door to her room opened slowly. Without giving the person entering a chance to show themselves she snapped.
"Who's there?!"

Almost intrusively. Covering her night gown with the thin blanket over her chest.

"You're awake??!!"

The door then flew open completely.  It was
Adam! 
He walked over to Sam,  kneeling down beside her. He smelt of  cigarette smoke strongly.
It was was due to the entire time she's been out, all he had done was either watch her sleep or chainsmoke.

"Holy shit. Hoooly shit. You're up!!" He stated in shock she was awake.

"Yes? Why I am in a hospital?" She grumbled. confused about everything being hazy. She tries remembering anything.

This feeling took her back to horrible nights of drinking on the town, waking up with total regrets. Pondering what was she doing with her life.

"Samantha-- you were in a coma. It's been 2 days since you've opened your eyes. You drunk so much you had alcohol poisoning.  You--you don't remember anything, do you?? " Adam spoke somber and his voice hinted towards disappointment. 

*She notices his knuckles are bandaged. *

She shook her head "No I don't recall a thing." 
Simultaneously questioning him by pointing at his damaged hand.

Adam sighed heavily and shook his head.
"Um ,maybe it's best you don't know everything. " he mutters.

"No.. I should- I need to know.. What happened?" She states testy.