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November 2017
By November of 2017, Seth's already deep into alcoholism and a risk to himself even without any additional stress; Jazz has already saved his life twice before: once in April of 2015 when he accidentally nicks his radial artery during a drunken relapse, and again in October of the same year, where he makes a liquor-driven attempt to gut himself before coming to his senses. Autumn of 2017 is a hard one, and as external stressors spike in the wake of October, Seth copes the way he's familiar with: drinking. And when whiskey kills his impulse control one November night and he's swimming along the borderline between "drunk" and "blacked out," he manages to lacerate his own throat very, very badly. The pain and craziness of it all manages to sober him up enough to apply pressure and call Jazz, who yet again gets him to the hospital. Fortunately things begin to look up in 2018; long-bottled-up secrets start to come out, and he never again forces Jazz to save his life.
Jazz belongs to my friend StormFemaleWolf