Simon was out for a night with the boys, shooting pool and drinking beers, laughing at the jokes they all made. After a while, his stomach starts to turn, giving him a gut feeling that something wasn't right.

He tried to message you, but when you didn't answer after twenty minutes, he pulled on his coat.

"Hey guys, I'm gonna call it a night." Simon mumbles, quickly giving them money for his share of drinks then calling you as he left the bar.