Maggy: *knocks on his door* ant?
Ant: *alseep*
Maggy: *goes in*
Ant: *has empty bottles littering the floor wearing tattered clothes*
Maggy: *tries to wake him*
Ant: *doesn't respond*
Maggy: *gets their parents*
Laf: antonie.. I thought we figured this out..
Ant: *wakes up a bit and looks at him*
Laf: its okay were here *pet*
Ant: *sick*
Laf: *rubs his back* you're okay..
Ant: *shakes his head* I..i f..feel like I'm d..dying... *much shake*
Laf: were getting you help.. I promise
Ant: w..wheres prim...
Laf: shes on her way..
