Connor walked to the bar, and took a bottle from behind the bar. He sat on a bar chair, looking at Vicky. He began drinking from the bottle.
"Don't get drunk. You might have to fight," Sarah said. Connor ignored her, as he drank the whole bottle, and then reached behind the bar for another. Sarah looked at him, and continued, "I've already got one patient. Please don't make it two."
Connor did not budge, as he downed the whole bottle in one go. Sarah sighed, and carried on stitching Vicky's wound.
"I don't get drunk that easily," Connor said, opening another bottle.
"That's what everyone says. Until you have no clue what you're doing," Sarah said.
Connor looked at Sarah, who was still stitching Vicky's wound.
"Sarah, does she know that I was there the day she got shot by Chase?" Connor asked. He got off the bar stool, and walked towards Sarah and Vicky.
