Confusion, shock, and finally horror made their way across Fiach's face as he tried to figure out what Sionce was talking about, shocked at the abrupt standing, and then horrified as his friend fell backwards and slammed into the wall in a dead faint. Untangling his long legs as he tried to stand up quickly, Fiach managed to half trip, half walk, to where Sionce had hit. Jaw working noiselessly as he tried to figure out what the hell had just happened. Sionce had been fine and talking one second, then sounding as if he was hallucinating just seconds before full on passing out.
Uncertainty filled Fiach's voice as he called his friend's name and shook him lightly. When all that happened was Sionce's head lolled about on his shoulders and he groaned, Fiach realized his friend was well and truly zonked out. Sighing as he carefully gathered his friend in his arms, Fiach carried Sionce to his room and laid him gently in bed. Not sure if he should leave or stay, Fiach settles for leaving a short note telling Sionce that he's gone home.
Noticing some stray strands of hairs in Sionce's face, Fiach lightly brushes them aside, letting his hand rest briefly on his friend's cheek. Reflecting briefly over the day's events, Fiach stood up and stretched as he came to the same conclusion over and over.
I need a drink.
And with that, Fiach quietly made his exit, making sure to lock the door behind him as he left, deciding to head straight over to the bar after getting a clean shirt and jacket. His current ones were, after all, stained with tears and snot from Sionce's earlier breakdown.
