Spongebob was sitting alone on his couch. Gary was starving and dying on the floor. The TV was on but Spongebob could barely process what was going on. He hadn't gone to work in 3 days and nobody had heard from him in 2. He was starting to fall asleep when suddenly his phone started ringing. He was having a hard time deciphering the letters written in the contact name, but after a few seconds he realized it was Patrick. He instantly replied, and Patrick said:
"Hi Spongebob! I really miss you! How have you been doing?"
"I've honestly been doing terrible." He said, in a tired voice. "I haven't been getting any sleep and I'm starting to lose my senses."
"That's terrible! I'm so sorry!" Patrick exclaimed. "I was going to tell you we was on our way back, because the weather started getting very bad here in Italy. I promise I'll come help the second I'm home!"
"Don't worry, Patrick. I don't care about this life anymore. I'm going to die here, in this position, on this couch, with this starving snail. I have no hope for the future." He said, while hiccuping every couple of seconds.
"Spongebob! No! I'll save you!"
"D-don't... w-worryyyy....."
The phone then fell on the floor and the call ended.
Patrick told his father to speed up, but he couldn't as the limit was relatively low and there were many cars surrounding theirs. Patrick started sweating and getting anxious and yelled at his father to speed up. So, he did. Patrick felt a few tears streaming down his cheek, but they stopped once the car stopped. Patrick saw they had entered his neighborhood, and he immediately jumped out of the car and ran to Spongebob's house. He knocked on the door aggressively, but nobody opened it. He punched it hard, slammed it until it broke into 7 pieces. He entered, and saw Spongebob lying on the couch, motionless. He checked his heartbeat, and felt nothing. He slapped Spongebob's face 3 times and nothing happened. He started crying. Then, he realized he could still save Spongebob. He pulled out his phone and searched up how to do CPR. He followed each step, pushed down on Spongebob's chest and blew air into his lungs. After several tries, Spongebob started breathing again. He coughed for about 15 seconds, and once it was over, he looked at Patrick, realized he just saved his life and hugged him tightly. Patrick whispered in his ear:
"I was so scared I'd lost you."
They both started crying.
"You gave me CPR... that means you kissed me hehe."
"No homo ;)"
They pulled away from their hug, and Patrick saw all of the empty bottles of Heineken and Jack Daniel's on the floor. He quickly understood what had happened. But after that event, Spongebob felt he could live life happily without depending on a substance. Patrick was here again, and that was all he needed. He started feeling hopeful again.