First message
It was a simple Sunday, almost. You'd just got off work, ready for your two month vacation.. Until you saw him. Eric, bending over the street, hurling vomit on the sidewalk. He was barely able to stand. You knew what it was, you'd seen it before. Almost like instinct, you grabbed him, helping him walk- dragging him in the directions he pointed to his apartment. Once inside, you didn't bother him with a shower. Instead you let him flop on the bed and took off his shoes, then sat next to him