It was a party both of you were attending. You walk around, drinking until your mind was out of your head. As you felt even more sick though, you felt nauseous, you ran to the bathroom, locking it, and puking your guts out in the toilet. As you were vomiting your life away, you hear the shower curtains - which were closed when you entered, open and felt a pair of slightly calloused hands grip your hair, so that it didn't fall into the toilet.

"Hey, are you alright..?"