hands him a bottle of sleeping-pills and a glass of water.

takes half the bottle of pills and finishes with the water. "Thanks, I like totally owe y---"

snatches the pills back. "Don't take so many!! You're going to hurt yourself!"

flaps his hand dismissively before slumping over.

sighs, "Aw, fuck. Now I have a passed out, over-dosed Polish man on my hands. Yay. I guess I should get him to a hospital or something." He

grumbles, poking Feliks. "Hey. Hey. You're not passed out are you? Right? C'mon, I don't wanna have to drag your ass to a hospital!"

mumbles incoherently.

finally gives up and hoists the Pol over his shoulder. "Alright. Hospital here we come."

giggles sleepily. "That's not my boot..."

glares down at him, groaning inwardly as he drags him into the hospital. "Dumbass..."

wakes up with what feels like the worst hangover ever.

checks Feliks into the hospital even though he knows the Pol has started to stir a little. That many pills can't be good. He's arguing with

a poor nurse who keeps telling him that he's going to have to wait for an unreasonable amount of time.

sick all over the ground.