Emma's POV
“Emma? What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in school?” he asked, looking surprised.
“I should be asking you that. Didn't you get into an accident?” I mutter, glancing around the room. My eyes watered and my throat started to itch. I coughed vehemently. He hurriedly stood up from the bed and rushed towards me with a glass of water he picked from his bedside table.
“Are you okay? Here, drink this,” he said, placing the cup on my lips. I gulped the entire content down quickly. He walked back towards the windows and opened them. I breathe in deeply, not feeling like I was suffocating anymore. I slowly take in the state of his room. He had a bottle of alcohol and a glass on a tray, the room was filled with smoke. Is the smoke coming out from a…pipe?
“What is that thing?” I
