I went to look for Till. I had a really nice time trying to find him. Not really that was sarcasm. I went to where Till was last seen. I found him laying on the stage with a bottle in his hand. I knew what that meant. He was drunk.
I also felt like I failed Paul as a friend. I sat down next to Till. I tapped him and he didn't move. What he didn't know was that I learned first aid. So, I checked to see if he was alive and he was. I was glad. I didn't want to feel like more of a failure right now.
I took the bottle out of his hand and that is when I happened to glance over. I look and noticed the other bottle in his other hand. I took it and read it and called for help. The bottle was empty and it should have almost been full.
I checked him again and this time I noticed his breathing and heart rate was weaker. When help did come I had to watch them bring him back. I had failed to see and lost time.
I met the others who were still waiting to find out about Paul in the waiting room. How was I going to tell them. I couldn't even look at them.
