In Between

They Know It's Been Enough

The party is a whirlwind of noise and laughter. Y/N is trying to enjoy herself, but the excitement from earlier still lingers in her mind. She decides to take a break and heads to the kitchen for a drink.

In the kitchen, Y/N grabs a glass of what she assumes is water. She takes a few sips, but the drink doesn't sit well. Her vision starts to blur, and she feels a wave of nausea. Her hands tremble as she sets the glass down, struggling to stay upright.

Walker, noticing Y/N's distress from across the room, hurries over. His face is etched with concern. "Hey, are you okay? You don't look so good."

Y/N tries to respond, but her words come out slurred. "I... don't feel well."

Walker's worry intensifies. He helps Y/N to a nearby couch, his hands steadying her. "Just stay here. I'm going to get you some water."

Walker rushes back to the kitchen, fills a fresh glass with water, and returns to Y/N's side. Her condition seems to be worsening rapidly. Her eyes are barely open, and she's struggling to stay awake.

Walker's panic sets in. He pulls out his phone and dials Ryan Reynolds' number, his hands shaking. "Mr. Reynolds, it's Walker. Y/N doesn't look well. I think her drink was drugged."

Ryan's voice on the other end is instantly serious. "I'm on my way. Keep her awake and stay with her."

Walker hangs up and returns to Y/N, trying to keep her alert. Dior and Charlie, hearing the commotion, rush over. Dior's face is pale with worry. "What happened?"

"Her drink was spiked," Walker explains, his voice tight with anxiety. "We need to get her out of here."

Ryan Reynolds arrives at the house just as Dior and Charlie help Y/N to the car. Ryan quickly assesses the situation, his expression a mix of concern and resolve. "I'm taking her home. We'll figure this out there."

As Ryan gently lifts Y/N into the backseat of his car, Walker steps aside, his face a mask of guilt and worry. Ryan turns to him, his tone firm. "Walker, this is serious. I need to know what happened."

Walker runs a hand through his hair, frustration evident. "I didn't realize her drink was tampered with until it was too late. I should have been more vigilant."

Ryan nods, his gaze intense. "You need to understand how important it is to protect her. You're responsible for looking out for her. Make sure this doesn't happen again."

Walker's shoulders slump, and he nods. "I understand. I'll make sure it doesn't."

Ryan, seeing the weight of the situation on Walker, softens slightly. "I'll handle things from here."

Walker watches as Ryan gets into the driver's seat and pulls away. He stands there, feeling the weight of his responsibility and the seriousness of the night's events. The party has turned into a night of vigilance and concern, and Walker is determined to make things right for Y/N.