Josephine POV

I was with the girls in a pub. Kate had said that Roger called her, wanting to get along with her, but the blonde is mad at Roger, the way he treated her on Thursday, after all, Roger is getting totally eccentric because of Michelle Ma Belle. Damn that woman. I can not stand it when he talks about her to me, even I get angry.

The girls and I enjoyed a few hours in the pub, talking, eating and drinking. Kate was the only one in the group who did not drink anything alcoholic. At the end, she gave a ride to Clare, Roger's sister, Sarah, Julianne, and me. And in Veronica's car, she was with Mary and Chrissy. It was a very pleasant evening.

Around two in the morning, after Kate left Julianne and Sarah at home, she stopped the car in front of the building where Roger lives.

"It's delivered, Jo," she said, smiling.

"Would you like to go into Rog's apartment, have a drink, a coffee, something?" I can prepare - Said.

"It's late, Jo," Kate said, looking at her watch. "It's for next time.

"Kate, could you wait for me?" - Clare said - I'm tight to go to the bathroom.

Kate smiled and rolled her eyes.

"You also drank a lot of beer, friend, of course it will not stop peeing," Kate said. "Come on, I'm going to get out of the car too, I'll be with you, but, be quick, Clare.

Then Kate hung up the car and got out of the car with Clare and we went up to Roger's apartment. I had a copy of the key. We walked into my boyfriend's apartment and turned on the light in the living room. Clare was too tight, she ran to the bathroom, but Kate and I noticed the sorry state in which Roger was. His guitar was leaning against the couch. On the coffee table, next to the sofa, were bottles of beer, vodka, wine. It's not possible. Roger made a complete mix of drinks.

Kate was frightened, she approached my boyfriend.

"Roger, Roger, talk to me," she told him.

Roger was lying on the couch, pale, with his eyes open and his breathing too weak.

"Roger, talk to me, please," Kate said again.

"Pray my love, for Christ's sake talk to me," she said worriedly.

Roger, even with his eyes open, would not respond. Kate then touched Roger's wrist and looked at me worriedly.

"Jo, we have to take Roger to the hospital. NOW! "His pulse is weak. I think he's had an alcoholic coma.

At that moment Clare approaches us, worried about her brother.

"What does my brother have?" Clare asked with tears in her eyes.

"We'll take Roger to the hospital, NOW!" Kate yelled. "Jo, call the intercom and call the porter to help carry Roger to the car."

I do this, I call the porter, while Clare and Kate try to get Roger off the couch and put him down a little while sitting on the couch.

Two minutes later the porter went up and carried Roger to Kate's car. I stood in the backseat of the car, with Roger in my lap and in front of me Clare was sitting in the passenger seat and Kate in the driver's seat.

"Accelerate this car, Kate," he said, crying. "I'm afraid that Roger will die.

"He's not going to die," Kate said, crying too, hastening the vehicle as far as she could toward the hospital.

"Do not die my love, please," he said, crying.

Kate POV

While driving at high speed through the hospital, I thought if this was not my fault, Roger had drunk too much because I did not want to talk to him. Did Roger get so bad just because I did not want to talk to him? If by chance he was like this because of me, remorse will consume me forever.

A short time later we arrived at the hospital and nurses already took Roger, towards a room to be attended by the doctor.

Meanwhile, Clare called from the hospital phone to Freddie, Bri and John and they said they would go to the hospital.

A short time later they arrived and told us in detail what had happened. For more than two hours we waited for some news until the doctor came our way.

Roger's fine. He's asleep now, "the doctor said." He had an alcoholic coma and will be in the hospital on Sunday for observation. "You can go home safely, tomorrow you can visit him."

"Okay, Doctor," Clare said. "We're calmer now.

I sit in the chair and cry and everyone around me comes close to me.

"Roger was like this because of me, I did not want to talk to him, he sure was annoyed because of me," he said remorsefully.

"Oh, dear Kate, do not worry, everything will work out," Freddie said, hugging me.

To be continued.