you don't do relationships. you do drugs and sex.
so does sanzu. a guy you met at a party one night before you would find yourself running into him often.
what happens when two people with the same negative mindset meet eachother, do they change f...
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-smut warning-
the next couple of days went by pretty slowly. it began getting repetitive.
you were glad that Sanzu was there to keep you company. the two of you would sneak off to the room at the end of the hall or go out to the garden to sit in the grass.
you began learning more about him.
the two of you were currently sitting in the group therapy room.
the both of you shared the small couch. he lay across it with his legs on your lap.
he was telling you about his boss, who you had learned was named Mikey.
"i owe my life to him. i would do anything for him- which is why I'm in this dumb-ass rehab place right now."
he talked about mikey a lot. which you didn't mind- it was interesting hearing all of his stories.
you found out that him and ran were coworkers, along with some of their other friends. they were a tight nit company. you thought back to maia telling you how suspicious ran was about work and you wondered if sanzu was involved in something bigger than he let on.
"so how long is Mikey making you stay here?" you questioned.
"i don't even know. he promised they would come get me but never told me when." he sighed.
"what about you? how long do you have to be in here?"
"i think just a week. so four more days."
"we need to celebrate when we get out of here. i'm gonna through a huge fucking party at my place."
you laughed a bit at the thought, celebrating getting out of rehab by partying and doing drugs.
"ughhh" he suddenly groaned,
you looked over to see that he had his arm covering his eyes.
"what's wrong?" you questioned.
"my head is fucking pounding. i ran out of pills yesterday"
you quickly realized he was going through withdrawals.
"fuck, this sucks."
"did you just start not feeling well?"
"no, i've been feeling like shit all day but it was bearable until now."
you felt crappy for not realizing sooner that he wasn't feeling well.
"i'm about to go make one of those fucking nurses give me something."
"they wouldn't do that."
"wanna bet? I could get them to do whatever i want really quick."
you didn't know what that meant and you didn't want to.
"is there anything i can do to help? want me to get you some water or something?" you knew water wouldn't help anything right now but you felt bad watching him hurt.
