Chase looked up at her with concern and he pulled her into a sitting position so she could get some air. "You've never had alcohol before? It's not water, you can't drink it like that." He reaches over to take the bottle from her, but she slapped his hand away, snatching it up and pressing it to her lips once more. She started to drink, carefully this time, letting the dull burn roll down her throat. It didn't taste the best, but something told her that wasn't the point of most alcohol anyways.
She placed the bottle into her lap and smirked at the dumbfounded look on his face. "I've had alcohol before. And I know it's not like water. I'm not an idiot." She sat back as he put the finishing touches on her leg and she looked at the bandages. He did pretty well. The pain had decreased signifi
