Long Sentences Needed.

The night my buddy and beau became drunk together, I passed out.
At 5 am, I woke up to find my beau lying next to me still awake.
After finding out he had drank so much he felt ill, I immediately asked where my buddy was.
"Drove home," he said.
I was panicky at 5 am.

At 7 am I woke up, I looked at my beau and he looked like death.
When I tried to move him he was a dead weight.

Concerned about both of them, I still had to go to work.

At 1:30 pm, neither of them had answered their phone.
At 1:45 I left work and started walking to my beau's house.
My buddy called on the way, and I yelled at him for driving home drunk.
He apologized and told me he loved me.
Felt a little better.
When I got to my beau's house, I woke him.
I gave him 20 question on his health.
He asked one question, "Did you leave work just to come here to check on me?"

I said yes, and he stared at me a moment before saying, "Thank you for caring so much."

I think he realized then that I really did care about him.
I think I realized then that I cared more than I admitted too.