Indie had been walking visiting people at the hospital and heard a familiar voice not far off in the distance. She decided to go inspect the sounds just in case it was someone that was left behind and needed help, but when she found the source all she could do was sigh and feel her heart break for an old friend. “Oh Beau, look at you” she sighed and kneeled down next to him and stroking the hair away from his face “What have you done to yourself?” she asked hoping to pinpoint the amount of damage caused. “Look at you, you’re as mess” Indie knew her friend struggled with substance abuse -even more so after the loss of Lilah- but this was the first time she was really seeing it for what it was. He was barely recognisable. Thin, pale, incoherent. He was a shell of the person he used to be.