"Sal?!" Brian yelled crashing into his apartment. "Sal answer me! Where are you?!" he continued to yell out opening door and flipping on lights. He jerked on a doorknob and it didnt open. "Sal, are you in there?!" he screamed, slamming his shoulder into the door with great force. "Sal! Open the door!" The door finally gave and he flew into the room, smashing into the floor. Stumbling up he managed to flip on the light.
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"Where is he?!" Joe and James asked simultaneously, a hint of worry in there voice.
"Hes in there" Brian replied pointing to a door without looking up.
James creeked the door open slightly to see one of his bestfriends, laying motionless, with IV's and machines hooked up to him. He quietly closed the door.
"So you found him like that?" Joe asked Brian, who was staring blankly at his hands. He nodded slightly.
There was a moment of silence.
"Is he gonna be okay?" James asked.
"The doctors said theres a slight chance he may-" Brian stopped talking. His face got blood-shot red and his eyes began to tear up. He inhaled deeply. "He basically overdosed. Hes not doing well but if we think positively then he may pull through this."
"What was it this time?" James asked with a slight humor in his tone.
"Dont ask it like that" Brian gritted through his teeth. "And the doctors said its inconclusive right now, they said there was many different times of drugs and that he'd also been drinking."
"He'll get through it. Dont worry buddy" Joe said patting Brians back and standing. "I gotta go but Ill be back in the morning." he reassured him.
"Yeah, me too" James added in. "Like Joe said, he'll get through this. Its not the first time he's done something this stupid."
It seems as if he'd been there for hours before the nurse came by.
"Are you his caretaker?"
Brian didnt know how to answer the question. "Um, I guess" he quickly replied standing up. "Is he gonna be okay?" he asked worried.
"Hes gonna be fine. The drugs we've found in his system are ..." she paused and flipped through some papers. "Ah, here it is. He had herion, crystal meth and cocaine in his system.
Brian cringed at the words coming out of her mouth.
"And at the scene of the incident they found multiple types of pills and narcotics around the area you found him."
"Is there any way youre gonna know when hes gonna wake up?" Brian asked tightening his lips into a straight line.
"We dont have a time period that we expect him to wake up but after he does up, hes gonna need to be in here for about 1 week to make sure hes fine and then when hes released hes gonna need to be under high surveillance"
"Was ... was this a suicide attempt?"
"Theres no way to know if or if not it was not."
Brian nodded. "Am I allowed to go in there"
"Go right ahead"
Brian creaked the door open and his heart tore apart. The sight of his bestfriend hooked up to a bunch of machines killed him.
He sat in silence, the only noise was the heart monitor beeping every second, for what seemed like an eternity.
"Sal, youre so stupid" he said under his breathe.
"I know" someone replied in a groggy whisper.
"Sal?!" Brian asked shooting up from his seat.
"Hey buddy" Sal laughed in a low goggy whisper.
Brian stared at him for a little. "Sal. Why?"
Sal went silence. He stared past Brian and at a TV that had the news streaming. He bit the side of cheek and inhaled loudly. "I dont know" came out of his mouth as he exhaled.
Brian just shook his head. "You need to change."
"Like thats not the first time Ive heard that"
"I know its not but you really need to. Youve put me in this situation many times and I cant deal with the stress of worrying if youre alive or not" he replied sternly.
"Brian Im fine I-"
"FINE?! YOURE HOOKED UP TO A BUNCH OF MACHINES!" Brian yelled flailing his arm at the machines.
Sal stared blankly at him.
Brian shook his head and turned around.
"When am I gonna be released?" Sal asked as Brian was walking out.
"Next week"
"Brian!" Sal called out.
Brian turned around and stared at Sal, tears filling his eyes.
"Ill change. I promise"
Brian looked down at the ground. He knew Sal wasnt going to. Sals said this a thousand times. He closed the door and stuffed his hands in his pockets, walking down the empty halls, occasionally peering into the rooms. Brian really cared about Sal, he was like his brother. I mean hes know the guy for 24 years.
"Hey, Im on my way home" Brian said, staring at the steering wheel, to his girlfriend Emily.
Brian arrived home around 2 a.m.
"How was he?" Emily asked as he threw his jacket over a chair.
"Hes alive" was all he could say. He grabbed a shot glass and pulled a bottle that had a dark brown color in it. He filled the glass up, tipped his head back and pour it down his throat. It burnt his throat but he didnt really care.
"I dont really wanna talk about it. All I can say was he was worst than last time"
Emily stared at Brian as he shuffled into their dark room.
Unknown to him, this was only the beginning of the nightmare.
