[oom] Room Number 4

[justcallmefee]

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Fiona dozes off and on, waiting for him to wake up.  The rats brought up the ice she requested, and she put it away in the freezer.  She puttered around, cleaning up his clothes, tidying aimlessly before she comes back to lay down beside him.

She still thinks he should see a doctor, but it's not her call to make.  Maybe she could get

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[latino_menace]

He sleeps until the effects of the heroin wear off - about four hours in this case because he was careful to only take a tiny amount of the pure stuff. But as soon as it starts to leave his system, he starts to get restless because the pain is asserting itself again, breaking through the barrier of drugs.

Without waking up, he rolls to his side and curls up, unconsciously protecting the injury. Stays there for about ten minutes, then there's a groan and his eyes blink open.

Ow.

[justcallmefee]

As soon as he stirs, she feels the pain rising in him again.

She goes to her kit for the vicodin. She brings him two fat white pills and a glass of water to wash them down with. Gently, she sits beside him on the bed, resting one arm on his shoulder.

"Sit up and take this." Her voice is quiet, tinged with worry.

[latino_menace]

He stares at the pills. He knows they're not going to do much good but can already tell this is going to be a hellish day if he doesn't get something into his system fast.

'Where's my kit?'

[justcallmefee]

"No," she says gently. "No more heroin. These are just as good, and the longer you wait to take them, the longer until they take effect. Or I have injectable morphine, if you're still hurting that badly. You need to get some ice on that to get the swelling down, before you cause some real and lasting damage."