Kennedy brought over a damp towel. Alexander wiped his face and eyes, sobering up a bit.
"Kennedy, go make him some hangover soup. I'll clean up here," Mrs. Lewis said. Seeing her son in this state, she swallowed her anger and started tidying up the mess on the floor.
While Mrs. Lewis busied herself cleaning, Alexander's eyes lost focus again. He reached for the half-finished bottle of alcohol next to him.
Mrs. Lewis panicked and quickly snatched the bottle away. "What are you doing? Are you trying to drink yourself to death? Look at yourself! You're not a kid anymore. Can you stop making your mother worry?"
Alexander was breathing heavily, staring hard at the bottle. "Mom, give it back… I want to drink. I haven't had enough. Just let me drink myself to death—I'd rather not wake up again!"
Mrs. Lewis was furious. She wanted to slap him awake.
