Heather was her best friend and asked her to drink every now and then.
I held back the pain and pleaded with anger and helplessness. "I'm coughing like this, shouldn't you take me to the hospital first?"
She turned around and glared at me with eyes full of disgust.
"It's just a cough that causes bleeding. It's normal for you to have pharyngitis. Just take some medicine. Why go to the hospital?"
I wanted to say that this was not pharyngitis, but I was in pain right now!
My strength was almost exhausted, and I used up the last bit of my strength to ask her, "Take me to the hospital."
She smiled coldly, not disguising her contempt at all.
"It's about to start over there. I don't have time."
As soon as the door slammed, she left in a hurry.
Since half a year ago, she went out with her friend and got drunk every two days.
I didn't stop her from socializing. Every time she got drunk, I would go to each bar to pick her up and take her home.
But I never thought that in her heart, drinking was more important than my life.
Megan didn't come to my rescue, so I could only put my hope on my friend, Ethan.
The call came in the middle of the night, and he picked up quickly.