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powerdealer[Warning for drug use, and lots of emotions.]
This week's been a lot more decent than most. The first actually pleasant shared dream in ages certainly helped with that. Getting to talk to Gabe about Daniel, and hearing how good things were with him and Johnny, and then actually getting to cuddle up with Daniel. Sure, that conversation had taken a few uncomfortable detours, but mostly it had been nice. And then yesterday he'd gotten to show Daniel the apartment he'd found for him, which is somewhere Seth can actually visit without having a nervous breakdown. Things are good. The only bad thing right now is the slow onset of withdrawal. His friends are doing good. Things might actually be looking up.
Or maybe he's just becoming complacent. That might explain why he decides to risk taking his morphine injection at his apartment. It's not the first time, he's done it a couple times now, without any problems. Anyway, Gabe usually comes down unannounced in the mornings, bearing breakfast, and it's closer to noon now.
Seth puts on some quiet music, then sets up on the table in front of the couch, with calm and methodical movements that come with routine. A carefully measured dose, not large enough to make him completely out of it, but still enough to take away the aches and anxiety, carefully injected into his left arm. He sighs in relief as the blissful feeling spreads through him, making both his mind and his body comfortably numb. He waits for the initial rush to pass, then sets his things aside, rolls down his sleeve, and relaxes back into the couch, doing nothing but listening to the music and letting his mind drift.
This week's been a lot more decent than most. The first actually pleasant shared dream in ages certainly helped with that. Getting to talk to Gabe about Daniel, and hearing how good things were with him and Johnny, and then actually getting to cuddle up with Daniel. Sure, that conversation had taken a few uncomfortable detours, but mostly it had been nice. And then yesterday he'd gotten to show Daniel the apartment he'd found for him, which is somewhere Seth can actually visit without having a nervous breakdown. Things are good. The only bad thing right now is the slow onset of withdrawal. His friends are doing good. Things might actually be looking up.
Or maybe he's just becoming complacent. That might explain why he decides to risk taking his morphine injection at his apartment. It's not the first time, he's done it a couple times now, without any problems. Anyway, Gabe usually comes down unannounced in the mornings, bearing breakfast, and it's closer to noon now.
Seth puts on some quiet music, then sets up on the table in front of the couch, with calm and methodical movements that come with routine. A carefully measured dose, not large enough to make him completely out of it, but still enough to take away the aches and anxiety, carefully injected into his left arm. He sighs in relief as the blissful feeling spreads through him, making both his mind and his body comfortably numb. He waits for the initial rush to pass, then sets his things aside, rolls down his sleeve, and relaxes back into the couch, doing nothing but listening to the music and letting his mind drift.
