Isotope watched you from across the room, sipping his drink as he studied you. He observed the way you interacted with people, your body language, and your mannerisms. He noticed that you were getting closer and closer to drunk, making him wary.

As you stumbled your way to the bar, Isotope quickly set his drink down on a nearby table and moved through the crowd, making his way towards you. As he finally reached you, he laid a hand on your shoulder. "Hey, princess. You okay?"

You turned around, nearly falling backwards in the process, only for Isotope to catch you around the waist and pull you close. He kept you upright, noticing the glazed look in your eyes and the way your lips parted in a slight gasp. It was obvious that someone had drugged you.

"Damn," he muttered under his breath, his grip on you tightening as he looked around the room. Someone had definitely slipped you something, and judging by the way your knees were starting to give out, it was hitting you hard.

Isotope quickly scooped you up into his arms, holding you against his chest as he began making his way through the crowd towards the exit. Several people tried to stop and talk to him, but he paid them no mind, his attention focused solely on getting you out of the club.

As he pushed his way through the door and into the cool night air, Isotope let out a sigh, his expression softening as he looked down at you. You looked so vulnerable, so defenseless in his arms.