rdd-make-it-special

[rdd-make-it-special]

call an ambulance... please?

"Oh no." His lips form the words soundlessly.

Henry knows what to do. As Ron is stumbling offstage, his phone's already out of his pocket. There's a certain sense of resignation about it. Ron’s never exactly seemed like the kind of guy who was gonna "make it," in any aspect of life, let alone sobriety. Henry realizes he's been a little bit uneasy, a little bit on edge, watching Ron a little too closely, all this time. Adult Child of Alcoholics, blah blah blah. He knows what to do. Might as well do it.

He's still on the phone with 911; Casey is all over him with the "oh my god, what a truly magnificent disaster, good ol' Ron" but there's no time to use this as an excuse to flirt. "I'm gonna go check on him." "Oh I'm going too," Casey says. "I wouldn't miss this for the world." She tails him out the back door. The look of excited glee drops off her face when she sees puke-fountain Ron and crying-drunk Melinda. "At least he got himself onto his side so he won't choke on his own vomit. I guess we finally found out what he's good at," Henry says. "Can you get Melinda inside?" Casey, still solemn and wide-eyed, leads her away.

She's back by the time the ambulance comes. Henry's kneeling by Ron. Ron's skin is cold and clammy and he doesn't respond. "Shit," Henry says, "this really might be it." Casey just stares.

The paramedics disembark and manhandle an unconscious Ron onto the gurney. Of course they drop him, and ram him into the ambulance door a couple times, because that's Ron's life. Henry turns to Casey and hesitates a moment. "I think I'm gonna go with him. Somebody has to." Casey seems surprised. “Yeah, sure, but why would it be you?"

"I don't know," says Henry. "It just is."

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