C93 Red Bites

Fenella’s POV

"Oh fuck! Laird!"

I quickly squatted down and shook Laird's body. His condition was pitiful.

Laird was asleep in the bathtub, both his hands tightly hugging a nearly empty, large bottle of whisky on his chest. His body was folded in an uncomfortable position. I pressed the back of my hand to Laird's forehead, and his body temperature felt hot.

"Laird, wake up