As I entered the room, I couldn't help but freeze at the sight of her. She looked terrible, her fever was high. I walked closer to her and placed the back of my hand on her forehead. "Shit," I muttered under my breath. She was burning up.

I didn't know what to do. I needed to be on my way as soon as possible. I couldn't just stay there, if I did, I would start thinking about the past, and if I thought about the past, I would lose it. I needed to drink, I needed to get drunk. Eight ...