As we walked into Draven's house, I could feel the tension in the air. Hale was still drunk and stumbling, and I was worried he might fall and hurt himself.
"Come on, let's get you to the couch," Draven said, taking Hale's arm.
Hale shrugged him off. "I'm fine," he slurred.
"You're not fine," I said, my voice firm. "You need to lie down and rest."
Hale glared at me, but didn't argue. He stumbled towards the couch and collapsed onto it, his eyes closing.
Draven and I looked at each other, both of us feeling uneasy. Hale's behavior had been getting worse over the past few weeks, and we didn't know how to help him.
"I'll make some tea," Draven said, walking towards the kitchen. "Do you want anything?"
"No, I'm okay," I said, following him.
As we waited for the water to boil, I couldn'
