Christine woke up a couple minutes after midnight, feeling slightly dizzy, she got out of bed, the whole room spinning, she some hod managed to make it into the restroom, where she found Chris laying motionless on the floor. She felt the vile rising in her throat, not being able to hold it in anymore, she let it go onto the floor. She crawled into the hall and grabbed the phone.
'911 what is your emergency?'
'I need help, I think my boyfriend and me have been poisoned. He's not moving.' Christine figured that he had contracted poison somewhere, and it had been passed to her when they had sex earlier.
'Is he breathing?'
'Yes, barely.'
'Can I get your adress?'
'Yes, it's 111,' Christine coughed, blood started spurting out of her mouth and she fainted.
The dispacher checked the adress, and sent some paramedics there.
Meanwhile in the other room, Chris was becoming more aware of his surroundings, but he still was too weak to move.