Damsel in distress

yup.
There I was, 00:30 just about to settle in bed when I get a phone call from a
Dr *****
"Hi aaaaallllllliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii"
"hi, are you ok.....?"
"no, I'm drunk *hiccup*"
"and where are you now?"
"just walking up to the hospital, near that big yellow thing"
Note: that "big yellow thing" is a storage area about 1 km down the hill from the hospital. To walk up the hill to the hospital at 00:30 requires careful coordination, lots of navigation (including avoiding a big deep pond with killer ducks), and a hell of a lot of strength, none of which this damsel had.
"do you want me to come and pick you up?" - Yes, I am kind sometimes
"is that ok? are you sure it's not too late?" then the unmissable sound of "khudddaaaaaaaaaaaaa", ie vomit
so, down I drove, to find the damsel in distress sheepishly standing (swaying drunk actually) waiting for me. I'm sure anyone who'ld have stopped to pick her up would have been mistaken for me. After all it was dark, and so am I.
Managed to get her in the car, and drove up to her accommodation. Took her up the stairs (DANGEROUS!) and into her room.
After 3 further bouts of sickness, luckily all in the bathroom, I got her in bed and made sure she slept before leaving.
I tell you, she has got ALOT of explanation to do tomorrow.
 
ps: kudos to the russian wolf for the "khuddaa" sound effect, first pioneered when fuji-san decided to be sick all over haniboy's persian carpet. NOT FUNNY