I looked down and saw Zachary lying on the ground. He was dressed too thinly, curled up like a ball. In this cold weather, it's no surprise he was in such a state.
I hurriedly woke him up, and as he slowly opened his eyes and saw me, he struggled to sit up. His hair was a mess, and half of his face, including the corner of his mouth, was bruised and swollen. He looked worse than a beggar.
"What are you doing here?" I asked.
He scratched his head, making his already messy hair even worse. "I came to find my bro to have a drink, but when I got to the door, I thought it was too late. I can be reckless since I'm single, but he's married, so I can't do the same. Besides, his stomach is bad, and you definitely wouldn't let him drink. So, I just solved all these by myself." He motioned toward the empty beer cans scattered around, his voice full of dejection.
I knew Zachary was in a lot of pain because of Natalie, and I didn't know what to say.