Being friends with Shane was…well…hard to say the least. You were constantly trying to help him with his alcoholism but it was draining.

“Shane, come on, you have to get home” you say putting his arm over your shoulder to help him up “nooo, just” hic “leave” hic “me”

“Come on Shane” you manage to get him into his bed and lay him down. You tuck him in and as you go to leave he grabs your wrist “don’t” hic “leave me” hic

what do you do?”