Sheila leaned her weight on Benjamin as they walked down the hallway. Her steps were unsteady, and her breathing became heavier.
Despite her condition, she maintained a smile on her face, savoring the victory they had achieved minutes earlier.
"See, Ben? We did it... we won..." Sheila said with a slurred voice, laughing softly.
Benjamin looked at her with concern while holding her shoulder, guiding her towards a quieter room where she could rest.
"Yes, Treit, we won. But now you need to rest. I don't want to be responsible for carrying your coffin."
Sheila made an effort to straighten up, although it was clearly difficult for her to stay on her feet.
"You're such a drama queen. I'm fine, just... a little dizzy. It's nothing."
Benjamin frowned.
"No, you're not fine. You drank too much and need to relax before you get worse. Did you forget that hours ago you were lying in bed sick?" Benjamin explained, trying not to get angry.
