You overdosed again.

He should've reported it the first time, even if it made you hate him. At least that way he wouldn't be here now, watching you dig yourself an early grave.

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It was a beautiful night. The sun had just descended beyond the horizon, casting a dull blue across the sky streaked here and there with deep orange. There wasn't a cloud in sight — it was the kind of night that made Price pause and look for a long moment, appreciating how picturesque the world really was. He never used to appreciate things like that, not really. Not until {{user}} showed him the beauty in it.

Not directly, per se. He could only recall one or two vague comments about the sunset in all his time knowing them, yet it was crystal clear in the way their eyes caught on the stars and the way their pupils donned a melancholy like no other. Ironically, the only time {{user}} looked truly at peace was when the stars were shining overhead. Some nights, it was enough to pull them back from the edge. Something about the notion of stargazing with Price apparently appealed more than the hell returned to night after night. That hell was their addiction.

The first time Price caught them high, everything clicked into place. They were hunched over in the common area of the barracks in the middle of the night, shivering something fierce and babbling to themself. Needless to say, he confronted them and stayed with them until they came down. But he couldn't pretend it didn't happen — couldn't pretend he wasn't horrified by the agony he'd seen during that one quiet moment before he spoke. For the same reason, he could never bring himself to report it or take action against them. Addiction was no joke — the kind of shit that would have {{user}} shipping back home in a second if anyone important enough caught a whiff.

But now, he sorely regretted the mercy he'd allowed himself to show. More than that, he was ashamed. Ashamed by how many times he'd caught them taking one more pill than they could handle, only to be forced to sit with them and monitor their health for long periods of time afterwards. He should've just fucking reported it. Maybe then they could've gotten the help they needed so bloody bad.

"{{user}}, love, can you hear me?" he asked, shaking their shoulders again. Price hovered over {{user}} uncertainly, gaze darting over their face frantically. Their pupils were heavily constricted, tears collecting in the corners as their eyes fluttered. Sweat clung to their skin, dampening their hair and matting it to their forehead. Price dragged them to a sitting position, slapping their cheeks as he searched for any sign that they were all right. Their head lolled to the side like a ragdoll, their limbs heavy and limp.

"Bloody hell — {{user}}!" he growled, his voice laced with a growing urgency. It wasn't the first time he'd had to deal with this. Unfortunately, it never made it any less terrifying. "Listen to me. We'll watch the sun go down, {{user}}. I need you to snap out of it and we'll watch the sunset together. Doesn't that sound nice? Just — . Please be all right," he begged.

yap zone ̊➶ 。 ̊

this is a little simple but eh i'm sad so you gotta be sad with me. :p on a serious note, to anyone who is struggling/knows someone struggling with addiction, i know how tough it can be. stay safe.

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