It turned out that I was overthinking it. They were still in the bar. And my phone call just now woke up the man's sweet dream.
Megan sounded sober and not drunk yet, so I quickly said to her, "I'm in the hospital and need someone to accompany me. Come and stay with me."
When she heard that I was in the hospital and asked her to come and accompany me, Megan became very impatient.
"You really went to the hospital. It's just strep throat! We have medicine at home. Why are you being so pretentious?"
I endured it.
"It's not pharyngitis. It's gastric perforation."
She paused. Her tone slightly better.
"Well, then you hire a nurse. I'm busy! Hey, hey, hey! Darling, if you can't drink it, don't. If something happens to you, I will be sad."
Perhaps suddenly realizing that the phone was still on, Megan coughed.
"If you want to hire a nurse, then hire one. If you don't want to, then wait. There's no point in leaving a party halfway through. When I finish drinking, I'll come to you if I have the energy."
The phone was hung up immediately, and I stared at the ceiling blankly, unable to come back to my senses for a long time.