He saw her straddling in a not so straight line.
Her gait was all wobbly and loopy like she was all demented. He saw her holding her head with her palm and then she covered her mouth with her hands.
He knew that she was to puke any moment and fall down. So he inched a bit closer and saw her fidgeting with her bag and he immediately understood that she had lost her room key.
Before he could decide or debate with himself as to what to do, he saw her leaning on the door with her head as support. He knew that he had to move in, so he ran and grabbed her waist and scooped her towards his room door.
She didn't have the faintest idea as to what was happening to her. The only thing that she was aware was of that warm comfortable embrace that made her feel like that she was home.
Holding her all tight and steady, he helped her enter his room and once he did, he immediately took her to the washroom.
