If it weren’t for her, I might not have moved on. So, I resolved to stand by her from now on. Lauren was a wonderful friend.

As I tidied up the messy room, I fed her the hangover soup. She seemed to recover.

“Lauren! Are you feeling better?” I tried to talk to her.

She made a couple of sounds, then fell silent again. I wanted to take her to the hospital, but I just couldn’t move her.

After observing her for a while, I still wasn’t sure. So, I had to call Atlas and tell him about Lauren’s condition. He drove over.

Seeing Lauren’s condition, he picked her up and took her straight to the hospital. It wasn’t until she received an IV that I could relax.

Ivanna found out and came to Lauren’s room. We both kept her company as she slept.

Lauren didn’t wake up until the following day. She still didn’t look too good.

She looked around, confused. “Why am I in the hospital?”

I replied a bit impatiently, “Where else would you be? Did you think we’d leave you at home to die? Don’t you know