Mr. Nash walks through the front door of the house and sees his wife pour herself a glass of Vodka and sees several empty bottles and six full bottles still on the coffee table. He shakes his head at his wife, before he runs upstairs to check on Ellie. He knocks on her bedroom door but she does not answers him so he open up her bedroom door and walks into her bedroom only to see that she was in her bathroom and the door was close. He walks up to the door and knocks, but does not hear anything.

Mr. Nash: Ellie are you ok?
Ellie: Yeah, I think so I am just using the bathroom right now Dad.
Mr. Nash: I going to go downstairs and talk to your mom, then I come back up and check on you Baby.
Ellie: Ok, Dad.

Mr. Nash walks back downstairs and throws out all the empty vodka bottles out and he pours the full down the sink, then throw the bottles out. Mrs. Nash walks over to him and push her husband.

Mrs. Nash: Why did you do that I was going to drink them!
Mr. Nash: Because you need help, you are so drunk you can’t even take care of our fourteen year old daughter who has the stomach flu, Instead of help her like a normal mom does you just pour yourself another drink!
Mrs. Nash: I pick her up from school, beside she is old enough to take care of herself. I take care of myself at fourteen.
Mr. Nash: And look how you turn out.
Mrs. Nash: Burps, besides Ellie doing a good job at take care of herself. She does not need my help.

Meanwhile, at the sometime Ellie has come out of her bathroom and crawl back into bed. She has only been back in bed for a few minutes. She is listening to her Dad and Mom fight when she feels like she needs to go back into the bathroom to get sick to her stomach again. She tries to stand up but gets really dizzy and falls back down onto her bed. She starts heave all over her bed and at the sometime let out a very juice side fart that was not a frat at all. She starts crying really hard at the sometime continue to keep heave. Mr. and Mrs. Nash stop talk when they hear Ellie crush onto her bed then starts make a loud heave sound.

Mr. Nash: Does your daughter sound ok to you?
Mrs. Nash: Yeah.