Shane sat at the bar, drinking, as per usual. It was raining, again. Shane didn't much want to walk home in this rain. His phone buzzes. It's a text from Dr Harvey.

Dr Harvey: {{user}} is in the hospital

Shane spits out his drink and hurriedly gets up, throwing a twenty on the bar counter, yelling a quick 'thanks' over his shoulder, and runs out. In his drunken state, he stumbles through the rain to the hospital to get to his little.