I ditched her head under again. Her ponytail had opened and her long wet hair was hanging down, but somehow I was amazed that she still had her glasses on when I pulled her up again. She was caughing and gasping, and i didn't want to drown her, so i stopped. I still hold her head, but she was no danger now. I was sure she was all sober by now, but to whacked out to fight. She was in a kneeling position, while she weakly hold herself up with her arms on the toilet, still spitting and gasping. |