It was there that she found out his mother had died that week, and then he had been fired. Although all this was very bad news, he didn't seem to be taking it too badly, or at least he wasn't taking it any worse than you would expect anyone to be able to take it.
Being an adults (or young people over 18's) house party, there was a large variety of alcohol available to all, and a few interesting ways to drink it. Everyone was drinking, spare a designated driver or two, and all was going well, for a while.
He began slamming them back, sculling beer after beer with something else in between occasionally, everyone had a good laugh as he fell over on the grass and tried to get up again and fell again. Everyone decided he had had enough. He was well wasted when he asked for a knife, tried to touch the fire and asked for more drinks so he could drink himself to death. she didn't let him out of her sight except to pee after that. And he did not get another drop of alcohol.
But the alcohol he already had in him must have been to much, he leaned in to the grass to throw up, but nothing came out, he tried and he tried and people brought him water and tried to comfort him but nothing would come out. His breathing became very horse and occasionally would stop for a moment or two. She called and ambulance and every person at the party helped either get the ambulance there or stop him from trying to stand up and keep him breathing. Every time he stopped breathing for even a little, she would panic massively inside while trying to be supportive, calm and help him. She was so relieved when she heard the sirens.
The ambulance arrived, set up a heart monitor and breathing apparatus right there in the back yard, and stretchered him into an ambulance to hospital.
He spent the night in hospital, most of it waiting to see a doctor, and was released in the morning, perfectly fine, but it had been close.
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