Losing His Fix

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Kit's POV

"Kit? Are you okay?"

"I need to talk to Roland." I expect Mary to sigh. I expected her to hang her head and tell me no before hanging up the phone and if I was lucky she would get Andrew to call me soon after but the sound of her chair scraping and her all but running to the door made my heart soar.

"Okay," she said, her breaths quickening as she ran. "I'm going to him right now. Are you safe? What's going on?"

"I just need to talk to him," I said, tears still streaming down my face as I tried to read the list in front of me even though the tears that collected on the page made it nearly impossible to see anything. "Please just let me talk to him."

"I'm almost there, I promise. Can you take a deep breath for me? You're panicking and I don't want you to spiral. Is anyone home with you right now?"

"Anthony," I said with a small shrug, not understanding why she asked as I tried to force a deep breath through my lungs.

"Can you go to him please? Just so I know that someone is there in person to look out for you."

I pulled the phone away from my ear just long enough to yell Anthony's name before pressing it back to my ear. I heard him long before I saw him. His footsteps crashed through the apartment before the door slammed open and he stood there looking me over quickly.

"Are you bleeding? Is there blood on you? Because I can handle that but I need to prepare myself first before we dive in," he said far louder than he needed to. He looked like he had been asleep for hours before I got him but that quick yell was enough to get him up. His clothes were ruffled and his hair was a mess as he leaned against the door as he tried to get the sleep out of his brain. Despite him only being here for a few minutes, he looked just as panicked as I felt.

"You're bleeding," Mary all but screeched in my ear. "Are you safe? Do I need to call someone for you? Andrew is only a few minutes away, I could get him there so fast if that's what you need."

"I'm not bleeding," I told them both, working hard to keep my breath even as we all fed off of each other's panic. Anthony came to sit in front of me, taking my head in his hands and tilting it side to side, looking for some sort of damage.

"What's going on," he asked as he moved to my chest, lifting my shirt to make sure nothing that was hurt was hiding. "Are you okay? What do you need from me?"

"I want a joint so fucking bad right now," I admitted to both of them. Mary sucked in a harsh gasp as she ran faster while Anthony's panic seemed to disappear in seconds as he pulled me into his chest. His hands went to play in my hair as he did his best to rock us back and forth.

"It's okay," he soothed. "You did good. You came home and that must have been so hard. I'm so proud of you. You're doing great, take a deep breath in and let it out."

Tears quickly collected on his shirt as I clung to him as much as I could while still keeping the phone to my ear.

"You're sure you don't need me to call Andrew," Mary asked. "I can leave my phone with Roland and run back to the office to call Andrew. I know he won't mind."

"Who are you talking to," Anthony whispered in my other ear.

"Mary. She wants to call Andrew."

"Tell her yes," he said as he stopped rocking.

"I have you and I'm about to have Roland. I'll be fine."

"Kit, I love you but I am not a professional and Roland can only do so much over the phone. You need to let her call Andrew so he can come help when Roland eventually goes to bed." I sighed. I knew he was probably right but I didn't want to bother him. Andrew has already helped so much and calling him in the middle of the night was just too much.

"I'm fine," I insisted. Mary nodded and Anthony sighed.

"Kit, I am not prepared to help you out of this," he said slowly as he pushed me away just far enough to make me look him in the eyes. "I don't feel like I have the tools to talk you out of this or make you feel better."