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withdrawls - Slash

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A single tear escaped Y/N's eyes as she held Slash's hair while he threw up.

After months of arguments and begging from Y/N's part, Slash had began to realize how much his heroin addiction had become a problem not only to him but for the one person he loved the most in the world.

He had agreed to quit and they talked about what he'd go through and what she could do to help. They had agreed to keep him out of rehab for now, even though Y/N believed it to be his best chance, and Slash swore if he had to many slip ups along the way -because he knew he'd have some- then he'd agree to go to rehab for a part of the process.

Right now he was going through his first week of withdrawal, the worst part physically speaking, and Y/N couldn't stand seeing Slash in his current state.

He was sweating like he was standing in the middle of the desert, had his nose constantly dripping, he winced every time she touched him a little too hard and was shaking violently, all while vomiting every ten minutes.

She brushed a hand over his sweaty forehead, running the other through his curls as he clung to her in pain.

"It's gonna be alright baby..." She cooed, kissing the crown of his head, ignoring the sweat gathered there.

She slowly helped him up, guiding him back to the bed. She made him sit down and drink a glass of water, used a wet towel to clean his face and neck and then made him lay down under the soft covers.

She climbed up on the other side of the bed and let him cling to her once again, doing her best to comfort him.

It did gave her a bit of relief to know that this was going to be the worst part of the physical pain, but she knew there was a long journey ahead before he would really be okay.

Their friends were all willing to help, Axl being the most eager, and so was his family, but no one could really force him to go through the whole process.

His dealers had already been told to stay away from him and not sell him anything. His junkie friends had been told to keep their shit away from him, or stay away from him altogether.

There was still a long fucking path ahead, full of mood swings, sleepless nights and endless cravings, but Slash was willing to go through all that if it meant he'd be able to stay with Y/N.

She was what pushed him forward, the thought of having a family with her, of watching her grow older by his side. The joy of being able to see that smile everyday until the end of his life.

He'd do everything to keep her. Because she was the love of his life.