I had to spend a few days in the drunk tank - I thought I knew what withdrawal felt like, but oh, man, does it get so much worse.
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I awoke with a horrible headache. I stumble over to the only toilet in this confined space and throw up all the contents of my stomach into the bowl; it floats freely in the water. I sit on my haunches, watching, mesmerized by the slow- moving mess.
I flush the toilet and use the rim of the bowl to stand back up on shaky legs. I almost make it back to my cot, but I fall onto the ground with a heavy thud when I pass out. I heard someone call my name as I fell.
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I don't know where I am, but it smells like anti- septic; I've never liked that smell for some reason. I crack open my eyes. My mind and memory is fuzzy, and I can't remember anything. I don't even remember my name. I raise my hands up to my eyes as I stretch my legs, only to find that I can't do either task. Is my wrist attached to my waist? Wait, no. My wrist isn't attached to me, but the railing of the bed I'm lying in. My eyes are open fully now. I can see that I'm in a hospital; what for, I don't know. Now I can clearly see my body, covered in a thin white sheet; I can see the bed I'm on, and the curtains on either side of me. They're there to separate me from the other patients. I don't hear anyone else's machines or their breathing; I must be alone. The officer that's supposed to be monitoring me is curled up on the couch, sound asleep. He's facing the off- white wall; away from me.
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After trying for about five minutes, I was able to work my slender wrist through the handcuff; thank God the officer didn't close it too tightly. The couch is close enough to me that I am able to quickly take off my finger's heartbeat monitor and put it on his finger. The machine glitches for a moment, ever so slightly, but returns to normal once it registers his heartbeat. I grab the keys off his belt. Unlocking my ankle restraints, I am free to roam the room. My clothes sit on a small table next to the couch; I change out of my hospital gown, quickly replacing it with my street clothes.
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I successfully sneak out of the hospital, with only one minor hiccup, which I easily avoided. Now where do I go?
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Druggie Love - Septiplier AU
FanfictionWhen Jack lands in the hospital because of an overdose of a new horrible drug called Terror, he's pushed to Narcotics Anonymous. He hates it. That is until he meets Mark, his NA sponsor. Will Mark help Jack recover? or will something bad happen - so...
