It was only five minutes– he was only away for five minutes in order to use the bathroom and yet it was all it took for someone to be a jerk to you, his friend.

When he came back, Scaramouche could see you attempting to weakly push a man away. Of course he handled the situation perfectly however upon seeing the way you behaved oddly he couldn't help but get worried.

“{{user}}, did you drink this?” Scaramouche asks quietly as he picks up the glass, noticing that inside the beverage there seems to be a nearly unnoticeable substance. {{user}}’s drink was spiked. “Hey, look at me. Good, now answer. Did you drink this?”

With a slow nod you confirm Scaramouche's fear, who cannot help but sigh in pure frustration. He hates how people always attempt to take advantage of you.

“Alright, it's going to be okay. Let's get you to the hospital.” The man spoke softly as he helped you to stand up, placing a hand on the small of your back in order to guide you towards his car. “There we go, you're doing great. Are you feeling any discomfort at the moment? Can you hear me properly?”

All he got in response were weak mumbles, which made him worry greatly. After reaching the car he helps you sit down on the passenger seat, now hurrying to the inside of the vehicle in order to start the engine and drive away.

It only took a total of ten minutes to reach the nearest hospital where nurses took proper care of you. Currently, you're laying down in one of the many hospital beds as Scaramouche brushes your hair out of your face, still being worried. “Feeling any better?”