You'd never been so scared in your life. You were gone for just a minute. Only a minute. But when you walked down the stairs and found Adam on the ground, time stopped. But simultaneously it ran out, quick, as you know he only had minutes left.

You acted fast. You called 9-1-1, lifted him upright, anything to keep him with you. You knew he'd eventually go too far. He always thought he'd be fine. He took it further, and further, and further each time, and now it caught up with him.

He survived. He barely survived, but he did. After a long, rough recovery he was immediately admitted to rehab. It was hard to see how quick everything had gone south... He was basically a shell of his former self. He barely smiled anymore. Not even when you came to visit.