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So I went on a cruise last week, for five nights, and it was amazing. & usually i'd write about the amazing people I met and the amazing boy I was with, but that just doesn't seem as important anymore.
Because on that last night, there was this kid, Dylan, who was friends with Colin and Parker, two kids I had been friends with on the ship. So I recognized him, as a kid I've seen but had never actually known his name.
Well, Dylan was incredibly drunk.
I hung out with him only a little bit, but later that night I saw him by the handrail puking into the ocean. I asked him if he was alright, which was an obvious no, but I didn't know what to do. Like I knew I shouldn't have left him alone but I'd never been in that kind of situation before.
So Dylan tried walking to the rotunda of the boat, where he was stopped by some kids who saw he was drunk and tried messing with him. They all stopped when Dylan like fell to the ground basically coming in and out of consciousness.
That's when like everyone around started watching and talking to him trying to keep him awake. His friend, the only one of the 6 that was with him before, got him water. Dylan just kept puking, not even food, it was mostly liquid. So some kids and I carried him to a chair and we tried making him drink some water (without having him choke).
Some time passed, where I hung out with my boy, who happened to be buzzed that night, but I was pissed at him so I ditched and went back to Dylan who was now alone.
I started talking to him, where I found out his name and stuff, and I told him I'd get him some food if he promised to eat and he agreed with like a slight head nod. (I had read about alcohol poisoning and about how the liver and everything and how he needed water and nutrients to replimish his system. So the only substantial food at 3:00 am was pizza which was opened 24/7. I tried to feed him because there was no way he could do it himself, but the only piece he got in his mouth he had to spit back out because more puke just kept coming.
I had given up by then and left him with the others to hang out with my boy. It seemed okay then, but now, after reading articles about how he could've died, I realize how selfish that decision was. He could've choked on his own puke and I just left him to hang out with boy.
I did ended up ditching my boy again to check on Dylan like 10 minutes later, but they were all gone. So I asked this kid and his younger brother, who had been playing ping pong and watching the whole thing, if they knew where they went and they told me that two kids carried him back to his room (which one of the kids who carried Dylan back confirmed, saying his mom woke up and is taking care of him). So I thanked the kids playing pingpong and was leaving when the younger brother said "You did a great job taking care of him." To which I said "Well it didn't work out too well, but thanks"
It made me feel good that he said that, even though it wasn't all that true.
Dear friends; please don't get drunk. I don't want you to die.
Because on that last night, there was this kid, Dylan, who was friends with Colin and Parker, two kids I had been friends with on the ship. So I recognized him, as a kid I've seen but had never actually known his name.
Well, Dylan was incredibly drunk.
I hung out with him only a little bit, but later that night I saw him by the handrail puking into the ocean. I asked him if he was alright, which was an obvious no, but I didn't know what to do. Like I knew I shouldn't have left him alone but I'd never been in that kind of situation before.
So Dylan tried walking to the rotunda of the boat, where he was stopped by some kids who saw he was drunk and tried messing with him. They all stopped when Dylan like fell to the ground basically coming in and out of consciousness.
That's when like everyone around started watching and talking to him trying to keep him awake. His friend, the only one of the 6 that was with him before, got him water. Dylan just kept puking, not even food, it was mostly liquid. So some kids and I carried him to a chair and we tried making him drink some water (without having him choke).
Some time passed, where I hung out with my boy, who happened to be buzzed that night, but I was pissed at him so I ditched and went back to Dylan who was now alone.
I started talking to him, where I found out his name and stuff, and I told him I'd get him some food if he promised to eat and he agreed with like a slight head nod. (I had read about alcohol poisoning and about how the liver and everything and how he needed water and nutrients to replimish his system. So the only substantial food at 3:00 am was pizza which was opened 24/7. I tried to feed him because there was no way he could do it himself, but the only piece he got in his mouth he had to spit back out because more puke just kept coming.
I had given up by then and left him with the others to hang out with my boy. It seemed okay then, but now, after reading articles about how he could've died, I realize how selfish that decision was. He could've choked on his own puke and I just left him to hang out with boy.
I did ended up ditching my boy again to check on Dylan like 10 minutes later, but they were all gone. So I asked this kid and his younger brother, who had been playing ping pong and watching the whole thing, if they knew where they went and they told me that two kids carried him back to his room (which one of the kids who carried Dylan back confirmed, saying his mom woke up and is taking care of him). So I thanked the kids playing pingpong and was leaving when the younger brother said "You did a great job taking care of him." To which I said "Well it didn't work out too well, but thanks"
It made me feel good that he said that, even though it wasn't all that true.
Dear friends; please don't get drunk. I don't want you to die.