Ring…Ring…Ring.
"Hello?"
"…..Hey…..Alfred…"
"Iggy, is that you? Are you okay?"
"…I-I'm fine."
"Are you drunk?"
"N-no, I'm not, you…you fucking…git. I-I can hold…my alcohol….I'm just tired….. Could you come pick me up?"
"Sure. Where are you?"
"In an ambulance…"
"WHAT?! WHY ARE YOU IN A FUCKING AMBULANCE?!"
"I-I don't even know…."
"What do you mean you don't know?!"
"…I w-went the pub….with a few friends…"
"You didn't try to drive home, did you?"
"…uhhh…I don't know….I just went home… Phillip…was the desi-desi- whatever…thing person."
"Well, why didn't he drive you home?"
"I es-escaped…."
"Jesus Christ….."
"….th-then I don't know what happened…"
"…"
"So I'm going to a hospital….I don't know what's happening…..and my leg hurts…"
"….Alright, I'm coming. Just hang tight."
"Oh…can you call my brother?"
"Why don't you call him? You're conscious enough to call me."
"Yeah…but I don't wanna while I'm inta-inta-druck…."
"Okay, I'll call him."
"…thanks"
"You're welcome."
"Not you, you git…..Flying mint bunny just gave me some gin."