Rick Sanchez woke up at his desk, not certain how long he had been there. His head was resting in a pile of...something. There was broken glass everywhere. Getting up, he began to remember the details of what had happened. Oh, right. Unity had left him and he tried to kill himself. But why was there a blanket over his shoulders? That certainly wasn't there before.
"Grandpa Rick?" Rick heard a small voice from the doorway. Summer.
"Rick? Are you okay?" asked another voice. Morty! How long had Morty been there?
"Yeah...I'm fine."
"You were here for days, Rick. We were worried. We thought you had died or something."
Days? Shit, they were both crying. Fuuuck.
"I'm fine, kids. Jesus Christ. I'm fucking fine." His voice was cracking, which made him realize how much his throat hurt. Water. He needed water. He stood up, attempting to hide his uncontrollably shaking legs as he took a few steps toward the door, but stumbled and fell to the floor. Without a word, Morty held out his flask for him. Rick took it with unspoken gratitude. It weighed enough to be full, leading him to the conclusion that Morty had refilled it while he was unconscious. He took a huge swig of liquor and sat up, refreshed.
"What happened to you?" Summer whispered, horrified by the scene in front of her. Rick didn't answer.
"What happened?" Summer pressed.
A disturbing pause followed.
"Wubba lubba dub dub."
Without another word, he got up and began staggering stiffly into the kitchen. It was when he glanced at the mirror that he realized how awful he truly looked. His hair was unkempt and sticking out all over the place, his lab coat was stained with various fluids, his clothes were wrinkled, he had a fresh cut on his forehead that had bled a little, and he was covered in dust and glass particles. No wonder the kids were concerned. He was an absolute wreck. Not like it mattered anymore. Nothing mattered anymore, and it never truly did. It was all just a big fucking lie. And Rick was okay with this. It was okay that existence brought nothing but pain and suffering for Rick Sanchez. It was okay because he knew that his existence was coming to a close.
For his second try, he was going to stay sober.
