It's always nice to know that there is someone there for us. By our side, to take care of us. That Friday night, as I sat clutching the sides of a white toilet, throwing up my insides, I was comforted by the fact that there was someone next to me. As I coughed and spat, he rubbed my back and after I wiped my mouth, he handed me some water to drink. He was crouched on the floor next to me but in my daze, I didn't really get to see his face clearly. All I really remember is that he was wearing an