Tina: My god, you’re burning up!

Bette (her face ashen and her body still shaking): When you get to think of it, I do feel like shit!

Tina: Come on, let me get you into bed and I’ll pour you a glass of water, plus take your temperature.

Bette: Thanks, T.

(Tina led Bette back to bed and gave her a glass of water. Bette slowly drank the glass of water, and then she lied back on the bed, with Tina bundling her up with sheets and blankets. Tina got out her thermometer and placed it under Bette’s tongue, after a few minutes she took it out of Bette’s mouth and looked at the temperature.)

Tina: One hundred degrees, that is not good at all!

Bette (groaned weakly): It can’t be from that champagne, can’t it?

Tina: I don’t think so, but I’m going to make sure you are well taken care of. (Tina got into bed and she stroked Bette’s sweaty brow, then she took Bette’s hand and held it. Bette looked at Tina with a look of both sickness and hopelessness.)

Bette (softly): I love you.

Tina: I love you too, now get some rest! (Gradually, Bette fell into a deep sleep, while Tina stayed awake for quite some, watching her sick wife sleep and about an hour an a half later, she was asleep.)

(Around 11am, Tina woken up and found the bed soaking wet from Bette sweating so much and she bolted from the bed, feeling a sense of dread.)

Tina: Bette?? Bette?? (There wasn’t any answer, Bette was lying in bed and was unconscious. She was also deathly pale and it looked like it was time for Tina to call an ambulance.)

(Tina called the lobby and asked the manager if there was a doctor around and the manager tracked down a doctor in the hotel and he checked up on Bette. He took her pulse which was beating rapidly and then he took her temperature.)

Doctor: This woman belongs in the hospital, her temperature is 103 and I’m afraid it will go higher if she isn’t taken care of professionally.

Tina (panicking): Fuck! She had too much to drink last night, but does alcohol poisoning really wrack somebody up that bad?