"No, I need to lay all my shit out so that you can ration it." "Here, I'll throw away the trash and get everything that still has stuff in it." He barely had any small feathers left as they got to work. He put everything on the bed. "Okay, show me what everything is." I started to sort them. It was almost calming to sort them all like this. About a minute later, I was done. "Okay, this is obviously the stuff I smoke." Hawk's feathers put that on the floor. "Okay, continue." "This is shit I haven't tried, yet." "There is no 'yet', it's going into the bin." I frowned. That was a lot of money down the drain. There were only three more piles. "These are my prescriptions. I need these for either my body or my mental health." Hawks also put those on the floor. "Definitely keeping that." He muttered. "This next pile is stuff that I crush and take. I don't think I'm addicted to those, yet." "Even if you are, going cold turkey on those shouldn't be a big deal if you haven't been taking them a lot, like you suggested." He also threw those into the bin. "Now then, what's this huge pile?" I winced. "Painkillers." Hawks' eyes widened. "Yeah, and how many of those are currently in your system?" "At least two, assuming I didn't throw them up while I was unconscious." "At least two?" "Yeah, I think I threw up the other two when you first got here." Hawks paused. "So.... smokes and painkillers. That's what we need to start limiting." "Why are we limiting painkillers?" "Because chances are, you're addicted to those too. Plus, they don't seem to be helping much." "Fine, smokes and painkillers." "At least you don't shoot yourself up. That's a whole other battle." Hawks chuckled a little to lighten the mood. "I would have if you hadn't.... found me. One of the things we threw away was in a needle." Hawks groaned. "So, how are you feeling?" He asked with a smile on his face. "Like shit." I responded.
