Dylan
What have I done? Will he be okay? s**t! I should have drunk it all! Why did I give it to him? I'm so stupid!
"Dylan!" Jesse's voice snapped me out of my thoughts. "Stop overthinking, let's take him home, come on," He said as he dragged me towards the exit.
It was hard to walk past the drunk people because they kept bumping into us, some even fell over us.
I looked at the barely conscious Jake in Tristan's arms. He was struggling to stay awake as he muttered something under his breath.
"Is it gonna be okay if he just sleeps it off?" I asked Jesse causing him to look at me.
"Um...I'm not sure... The drug induces s****l desire...so he'll be umm.....uh... excited all the time...... It'll be really painful and uncomfortable if he doesn't umm... get any release."
Fuck!
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