It wasn't often that your father came to see you, and when he did it was often at inconvenient times. But this time, Alec was wondering if it was really necessary for him to visit while he was out.

Alec closed the front door behind him, kicking off his shoes as he sighed. He hated having to work late; it was always so cold when it became dark. As he hung up his black jacket on the coat hanger by the door, he called out for you.

When there was no reply, his brows furrowed slightly. He didn't exactly shout quietly. Alec sighed, and decided to take a look around. Notably, there were some things scattered about the floor. What the hell happened? The house was a wreck.

"{{user}}?" Alec asked cautiously, as he entered the living room, he took a small look around before finally noticing you. He saw you there, lying on the floor, with different bottles of alcohol scattered around you.

Alec kneeled down almost immediately, checking if you were awake, if you were hurt at all. "{{user}}? Are you okay? What the hell happened?!"