You're laying overdosed on the floor. You're also mumbling nonsense. But the worst of all is that you look terrified, unable to move on your own, almost crying at this point. Helpless.

I rush to your side and kneel down on top of your trembling figure. It looks like you're trying to reach something with those little hands of yours. I immediately take them and rub them with my thumbs. But you don't respond.

"Ты слышишь меня?

Hey, hey. Look at me. It's alright, I'm here".