Chap. 3: Memory, All Alone in the Moonlight
At the other end of the phone, Morty stood shocked. He hung the phone up, then lay down on his bed shaking, crying his eyes out.
"He's right! I AM a mess!" he wailed. "And now.....now I've lost him! Probably forever!"
Instinctively, he reached for an unopened bottle of whiskey. He uncapped it, then took a huge gulp. Licking his lips and pausing only for a brief moment, he downed the rest in one more gulp. Reaching into a cabinet by his bed, he pulled another bottle from it. He could feel himself getting nauseous.
"I can't get him out of my head!" he sobbed. "Why can't I drink 'im away?"
His phone rang and he struggled to pick it up.
"Please take me back!" he blubbered into the receiver.
"Morty? It's Eusine." The confused voice at the other end said. "Is something wrong with you and Will? I just talked to him, he's all bent out of shape...."
"It's over.....he dumped me! Put me out like a cigarette!" Morty sobbed.
"That's horrible!" Eusine replied. "...do you want me to come over?"
"Y...yes....." Morty said. "Yes, I do."
"You sound sick."
"I feel sick. Really sick."
"Are you DRINKING?!"
"Yeah...."
Silence.
"Stay put, Morty. Don't drink ANY more! I think you may have just poisoned yourself!"
Morty didn't answer.
"Morty?"
Still no answer. Eusine could hear Morty groaning, and panicked. He hung up and started running for Ecruteak from Olivine, hoping nothing was totally wrong...
Eusine burst through the doors of the gym and ran to Morty's room.
"Morty!" he screamed.
The ghost leader lay on his bed, panting heavily. He didn't speak. Eusine touched his face, feeling the cold sweat that was dripping down.
"You're cold... I'm calling 911!"
"No, Eusine, don't!" Morty blurted. "If Will hears about this-"
"He can screw himself, okay?! You're in danger!"
"I don't care about me anymore! I can't get will out of my head!"
"Well, you're going to have to try! I'm not going to sit here and watch you die because of all this! Now....I'm calling 911."
Karen shook Will by the shoulder roughly.
"Will! Will, wake up! Morty's been admitted to the hospital!" she said urgently.
Will almost gasped in shock, but retained his stern face.
"Good. I hope he dies."
"Will! I can't believe I'm hearing you say this! A few hours ago, you were so in love with him you were skipping!"
"So?"
"Will.......he's got alcohol poisoning. It's very severe. It's possible he could expire...."
Will's eyes widened. "N-no...."
"They found so much alcohol in his system that it's not even funny. He was trying to drown his pain in whiskey, Eusine told me."
Will sobbed heavily into Karen's shoulder as she patted his back.
"There, there. Don't worry. They're going to pump out the alcohol from his system tonight."
"Sounds painful."
"He would be under anesthesia."
Will cringed. "I shouldn't have done that. I shouldn't have left him. What I wanted to stop.........in reality, I made it worse."
"Morty needed some other way to cope, though, Will. It wasn't your fault as much as you think."
"I still feel really bad about all of this!"
"It will be fine."
At the other end of the phone, Morty stood shocked. He hung the phone up, then lay down on his bed shaking, crying his eyes out.
"He's right! I AM a mess!" he wailed. "And now.....now I've lost him! Probably forever!"
Instinctively, he reached for an unopened bottle of whiskey. He uncapped it, then took a huge gulp. Licking his lips and pausing only for a brief moment, he downed the rest in one more gulp. Reaching into a cabinet by his bed, he pulled another bottle from it. He could feel himself getting nauseous.
"I can't get him out of my head!" he sobbed. "Why can't I drink 'im away?"
His phone rang and he struggled to pick it up.
"Please take me back!" he blubbered into the receiver.
"Morty? It's Eusine." The confused voice at the other end said. "Is something wrong with you and Will? I just talked to him, he's all bent out of shape...."
"It's over.....he dumped me! Put me out like a cigarette!" Morty sobbed.
"That's horrible!" Eusine replied. "...do you want me to come over?"
"Y...yes....." Morty said. "Yes, I do."
"You sound sick."
"I feel sick. Really sick."
"Are you DRINKING?!"
"Yeah...."
Silence.
"Stay put, Morty. Don't drink ANY more! I think you may have just poisoned yourself!"
Morty didn't answer.
"Morty?"
Still no answer. Eusine could hear Morty groaning, and panicked. He hung up and started running for Ecruteak from Olivine, hoping nothing was totally wrong...
Eusine burst through the doors of the gym and ran to Morty's room.
"Morty!" he screamed.
The ghost leader lay on his bed, panting heavily. He didn't speak. Eusine touched his face, feeling the cold sweat that was dripping down.
"You're cold... I'm calling 911!"
"No, Eusine, don't!" Morty blurted. "If Will hears about this-"
"He can screw himself, okay?! You're in danger!"
"I don't care about me anymore! I can't get will out of my head!"
"Well, you're going to have to try! I'm not going to sit here and watch you die because of all this! Now....I'm calling 911."
Karen shook Will by the shoulder roughly.
"Will! Will, wake up! Morty's been admitted to the hospital!" she said urgently.
Will almost gasped in shock, but retained his stern face.
"Good. I hope he dies."
"Will! I can't believe I'm hearing you say this! A few hours ago, you were so in love with him you were skipping!"
"So?"
"Will.......he's got alcohol poisoning. It's very severe. It's possible he could expire...."
Will's eyes widened. "N-no...."
"They found so much alcohol in his system that it's not even funny. He was trying to drown his pain in whiskey, Eusine told me."
Will sobbed heavily into Karen's shoulder as she patted his back.
"There, there. Don't worry. They're going to pump out the alcohol from his system tonight."
"Sounds painful."
"He would be under anesthesia."
Will cringed. "I shouldn't have done that. I shouldn't have left him. What I wanted to stop.........in reality, I made it worse."
"Morty needed some other way to cope, though, Will. It wasn't your fault as much as you think."
"I still feel really bad about all of this!"
"It will be fine."