Drunk
For anyone who reads 'New Beginnings' I completely forgot to write the next chapter and I apologise for that as I didn't have a lot of time as I've had a really busy week. I thought of this idea earlier today as a one-shot but please tell me if you'd like it to be continued. School starts on Tuesday so over the next 1-2 weeks my updates should be pretty regular.
This is set just after Saturday's episode and is not based on any spoilers or anything like that; it's just my own ideas.
Zoe got in her car and drove home to the flat that felt nothing but empty since the wedding as Max hadn't been home once whilst she was there. Zoe knew that Max had been to collect his belongings whilst she was staying in hospital but she hadn't seen him since the day after the wedding.
Zoe had gotten out of the habit of calling 'Hello!' to the empty apartment, as she had temporarily forgotten that Max had left her. None of the lights were on and the apartment was silent, which made it a lot worse for Zoe as she knew that it would probably be like this forever.
Zoe turned on the radio and sat on the sofa, finally able to relax after being on her feet at work all day. She was exhausted and wished for nothing but to be held by the one she really loved, Max Lindsey Gerald Walker.
After a few minutes of thinking Zoe decided to get herself a glass of wine, the only thing that helped get her through each day since Max had left her, although she knew that it was her own fault and that if Max had slept with someone the night before her wedding she would have done the same thing.
Zoe put a large wine glass and 2 bottles of red wine on the table before sitting back don on the sofa. She poured herself a glass of wine and tipped it down her throat in less than a minute, before repeating the process. After the first bottle of wine had been emptied in 10 minutes Zoe decided to abandon the glass that sat on the coffee table in front of her and she took to drinking from the bottle.
The sting of the alcohol stayed with her, the bad aftertaste reminding her of hat she had done to push Max away imagining that he must feel like she did, with her being the alcohol stinging his throat.
Zoe stood up and swayed slightly as she stumbled into the kitchen to retrieve her third bottle of red wine, knowing that it was the last bottle she had in the house and that she would be alone with her drunken thoughts afterwards.
Zoe sat on the kitchen floor, not finding the motivation to move as she downed her third bottle of wine. Zoe knew that sleeping with someone else was wrong, and she knew that getting drunk was wrong but both of them had felt so right at the time.
Feeling unable to stand up Zoe crawled through to the living room in order to retrieve her phone from her bag. Lying on the floor Zoe picked up her phone, her drunken mind screaming at her to call Max. She shifted through her contacts list until she found the name she was looking for.
After only a couple of rings the phone was picked up. "Zoe?" The caller inquired.
"Dylan, you have to help me, I've made a…" Zoe spoke, before falling unconscious on her living room floor.
"Zoe!" Dylan shouted into the phone, fearing the worst. He had no idea where to find her but he knew where she lived, and decided that it would be best to start searching there.
Dylan knocked on the door hurriedly, not expecting to hear an answer. After knocking countless times he found that the door was unlocked so he let himself in where he could see straight into the living room.
At first Dylan didn't see anything strange or out of place but after taking a couple of steps into Zoe's home he saw her lying on the floor with her mobile phone next to her. He ran towards the unconscious woman and called her name, hoping for some kind of response.
Dylan dialed 999 and asked for an ambulance as he was desperately trying to ignore the strong stink of alcohol that was obviously filling the room. Of course Dylan had noticed the 2 bottles of wine on the coffee table but he had still failed to see into the kitchen where the other empty bottle was lying on the floor, discarded when Zoe decided to call him.
Suddenly Zoe's seemingly lifeless body started moving as she opened her eyes, before closing them due to the harsh lights above her.
"Zoe?" Dylan asked. "Can you hear me?"
An incoherent mumble followed his question, letting him know that she was in need of help. He hoped that the ambulance arrived quickly and wondered why she didn't phone 999.
Zoe started vomiting before Dylan even realised, and he feared that she would choke soon. He quickly moved her so that she was lying on her left hand side, allowing the vomit to fall onto the floor next to Zoe. Her breathing was slowing and Dylan was now worried that Zoe could have done a lot of damage to herself in the short space of time after her shift.
Dylan had informed the person on the phone which flat Zoe lived in, the penthouse, so that he didn't have to leave her alone in the state that she was in, knowing that she could make herself a lot worse.
Zoe tried speaking again, but the slurred mumble was drowned out by the sound of sirens outside the block of flats.
Zoe had fallen unconscious in the ambulance again and hadn't woken up since; leaving Dylan to wonder why she had drank so much alcohol. Zoe knew the dangers of binge drinking and was asking himself if this was a one-off or if she had constantly being getting drunk since the wedding.
So, that's where I'm leaving it for now but if you'd like it to be updated please let me know. Thanks for reading.