The Henchmen's Officer [ M/M]

15 - Chapter Fifteen - Sasha Dean's Point Of View.

Ryer drugged me so heavily for the ride home that when we pulled back into the complex, he had to help me walk. We bumped into Alessio and Andrei on the way inside and they grilled Ryer because I apparently looked higher than shit.

"His lights are on but no one is home," Andrei said, looking at Ryer.

"He is fine. Just heavily medicated."

"Ryer, what the hell did you give him?"

"The meds you gave me, the ones that were for extreme pain," I mutter unsure if I was actually making words.

"Ryer those were for when he was in extreme pain." Alessio hissed.

"He was, but I think one would have been fine, I gave him two."

"Yeah, I can tell."

"Sasha, How high are you?"

"Ha, very." I snorted.

"Dude look at his pupils."

"Ryer, you better put him somewhere he won't fall down or hurt himself."

"I have him handled. Relax."

"Bed," I muttered again.

"Yes, that's a good suggestion." Andrei snorted.

"Dad, It's not funny." Alessio hissed.

Finally, when we got back to Ryer's, He tucked me in his bed and flicked on his tv, Which I honestly had never noticed.

"Stay in this bed. I have to go get out stuff."

"Mhmm."

I didn't know where he thought I was going; I was high out of my ever-loving mind. My arms and legs felt like lead. I watched whatever movie was on tv, My eyes felt heavy so I closed them again for the nine hundredth time today since he had medicated me.

I felt someone shaking me awake lightly. Cracking an eye open, Ryer was shaking me awake.

"Hey, Hi, How was your snooze."

"Better if you would have left me to sleep longer."

"You have been asleep for over four hours, It's two in the afternoon."

"Huh, doesn't feel like it."

"I bet."

"Oh wait, I know why because you stoned me off my ass with pain meds."

"Ok, but you were in a lot of pain."

"One would have been fine."

"Two was ok too." Ryer snorted.

"Two had me feeling like my limbs were lead and I wasn't sure if I was actually speaking."

"You lived."

"Barely."

"You are so dramatic."

"Am I? Even Alessio was concerned about how high I was."

"I'm sorry I stoned you off your ass." He chuckled.

"No you are not, but no worries. The sleep was worth it."

Getting up out of his bed, I sighed. I hate to have to leave the warm marshmallow that wrapped around me. I was going to come right back here when it was time for bed. Fuck the spare bedroom. If Ryer was bothered so much by me in his bed, he could sleep in the spare.

The kitchen smelled amazing. Whatever chicken stew mix he had made it was both good smelling and looking. Sitting at the table he brought me a half-full bowl of the stew and mentioned if I wanted more just to say so and he would get me some.