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Emilie walked out of Aviva's apartment, with a large smile on her face. The game of truth or dare truly took a turn for the better or worse, as the two women continued to drink. She walked out with a smile on her lips, quite drunk, about to call herself a cab. Why she waited till she was outside to call her cab she didn't know.

The night didn’t go at all as planned. As she got out of the shower, her hair wet. She looked at herself in the mirror to see the various cuts on her face and shoulders. She knew how to properly clean a wound. She sighed as she applied various creams and medications to help clear what she could without permanent scarring. Finally, when she felt there wasn’t anything left to do, she wrapped herself in her robe and sat on the couch. She looked around her apartment and chose to turn on the TV to relax. She forgot that the news was the last thing she’d been watching, so when the image of the flames engulfing the venue she’d attended just hours earlier appeared on her screen. She quickly turned it off and felt anxiety take over again. She reached for her phone, and while she was going to call Aviva first. Something came over her. Instead, she searched through her contacts,  pressed the little phone icon, and waited to hear the voice on the other line. “Hey, it’s uh, it’s me... Emilie.” She didn’t let the moment of silence stay in the air before saying. “I hope this isn’t a bad time... or if you were asleep.. I didn’t wake you did I?” She looked at her clock and saw how late it was. She immediately began to regret this decision. 

Emilie: Hey, I wanted to thank you for taking care of me last weekend. I'm a little embarrassed.