A Spoonful of Vodka

I took a huge gulp of my favourite drink from the huge Smirnoff Ice bottle. Then, I looked down at my friend, who was lying on the floor, laughing back at me. We were BOTH indeed very drunk, but I don't think either of us really cared. 1

Cherry slowly began pulling herself back up off the floor. I went to take another huge gulp of the devil drink, but Cherry took the bottle, becoming more serious and concerned. "OK, Vikki, that'll do, What will Rob say?" She asked. I looked at the floor, my alcohol buzz dampened. "He won't care. He dumped me yesterday," I sighed. Cherry looked at me sympathetically, then passed the bottle back. "Cheers," she smiled, holding her bottle of WKD up, I slammed my bottle against it.2

The next thing I knew, I was lying in hospital, feeling like I'd been hit by a bus. Cherry walked over, holding 2 lattes. She tried to hand me one. I giggled, "I don't want that, stupid! Pass me the Vodka," I laughed. Cherry did NOT look like she was about to laugh. "Vikki...You've just came out of a coma. You've been in it for a week now. You got so drunk, you wandered into the main road, and got hit by a car...Vikki...your paralysed."3

Now I'm in a wheelchair. And to think a bottle of tasteless liquid has wrecked my whole life in just 1 night...