You Make Me Happier || Marshmello Fanfiction ×-× ENGLISH

#3

Scared i look around and see the guy with the green eyes laying on the ground. I run to his side and start to examine him. He's alive and breathes normally, I guess he just passed out from the alcohol. I grab his shoulder and shake him a little, because I don't like that he is still unconscious, but nothing happens. I look at his pale face and start to worry. I shake his shoulder harder and try to talk to him, maybe it will help waking him.
"Hello? Can you hear me? Please answer. Do you know your name?" I keep asking questions to him, but he stays unconscious. Now I'm really worried and feel a little guilty, because I thought he was a pervert.
Suddenly he moans in pain and opens his eyes.
"My... name is... Chris" he says slowly.
"Thank god" I whisper in relief and try to help him stand up.
"Are you okay?" I ask and watch him as he sits down on his chair again.
"I... don't know.. I'm a bit dizzy and my head feels like it's going to explode" Chris answers and leans backwards to the wall behind him. I notice that he has brown hair that really matches his fair green eyes.
I watch him as he closes his eyes and rests for a minute, trying to stop the dizziness.
"Did you eat enough today? I don't want you to end up in the hospital because I didn't do my job as a nurse and make sure you are alright" I say.
I really don't want to be annoying, but somehow I feel like I need to make sure this man is okay. Chris just shakes his head, so I hand him a chocolate bar I stole from the hospitals' conference room.
"Eat this, I bet it will make you feel better. Alcohol extracts liquid and sugar from your body, so a glass of water and some sugar will make you feel better" I say and grab his empty beer glass to fill it with tap water. He grabs it with a weak smile and empties it in one go. Then we stare at each other awkwardly for a short time, but because Chris is still very drink he won't stop talking.

"Damn, you're like...way too pretty to sit alone in a bar full of men...just to help idiots like me" he says and grins.
I just roll my eyes and smile at him. Somebody should take this poor guy home, it's almost 2am and who knows if he has to work tomorrow.
"Chris, is there someone you could call to pick you up? Or should I call you an Uber?" I ask and watch him shaking his head softly.
"Could I ... borrow your phone? I think a friend of mine can pick me up" he asks slowly, trying to speak normal. I smile at him and hand him my phone. He dials a long phone number and waits a bit, but then some guy with a deep voice answers...