Lance.
The bar is not far from the diner which makes the ride short. I am glad I can get to Ford as fast as we do. Patrick parks his bike in the parking lot of the bar. I rush off it, in search of the man that called, I don't have to look for too long, I see them in a corner in front of the building.
Ford on the cold hard ground unconscious with the man over him. He looks up worriedly as I rush over to him.
"Hey," I go on my knees immediately with my hands in between his armpits. He is still breathing, thank fuck. "Thank you so much," I look at the man and he manages a faint smile.
"No worries make sure you get him hydrated. He had a lot to drink," he advices as he hands me his phone. I put it in my back pocket as I attempt to lift him up. He is too fucking heavy for me.
"Ford," I call his name in hopes that he can hear me.
He can't.
