Chapter 81
I'm still lying on the bathroom floor, slumped against the wall, when I'm woken up by a sound. I move my head groggily, trying to work out where it came from. Or at least what it was. There are more noises. There are footsteps, then a sigh, then a voice speaks.
"Oh, Vince, what have you done?" The voice says tiredly. I try to reply, to give a reason or make an excuse, but the voice talks over me. "Howard, would you?" Someone's moving closer to me. I try to move, to stand up, but I can't, someone's lifting me. Howard. Howard's lifting me. He's moving. I try to get away from him, but I can barely move.
"Shh. Just sleep, Vince. It's going to be fine, everything's going to be fine, just sleep. You need it. You need to sleep." He whispers. I want to refuse, to insist that I'm fine, that I can manage, but I know he's right. I know I can't. I relax against him and let my eyelids drop.