Alaska was laying in a bed, handcuffs keeping both of her hands at her sides, eyes closed and an I.V in her arm. She looked a bit ashen but other than that, she seemed fine.
Madison wouldn't wake until around noon the next day and when she did, she had a horrible migrane, and no recollection of the night before, except for Prussia telling her it was over.
"I know, but...the doctor thinks that the amount of alcohol you drank was a suicide attempt....and I'm concerned, too, because you won't talk to me...! You lock yourself in your room all the time and I worry!" He told her
"Well, we'll see..." He told her, "If this depression nonsense continues, I will have to commit you so you can at least sleep without having nightmares..."