H.E.L.P. ... I'm addicted

Part 4 - And I want you

To Stevie's luck, she was able to go with out being restrained, becoming weaker almost every day. She was so dependent on the Klonopin to help her sleep that it was doing the exact opposite now, experiencing shakes that turned in to sweats, soaring pain and loss of memory. Lindsey was having a tough time watching her go through this, one of the main reasons he wanted to stay out of the whole situation from the beginning, having seen her go through so much with Cocaine.

Helping Stevie in to the restroom was becoming a challenge, his own withdraw symptoms playing part, not giving up in any form since she only wanted him. The nurse had informed that she would be more than willing to assist but Stevie refused, only feeling comfortable with Lindsey, having to rely on someone to pull her panties on and off.

Lindsey hid his anger for the doctor that prescribed her the drug, finding out that he left his business, disappearing off the map. If Lindsey could ever find him, he would for sure kick his teeth in. Anyone to harm Stevie would find themselves in the deepest darkest form of hell.

"Lindsey..." Stevie called for him as he continued flipping through the television channels, aching to try the pool the rehab provided, but there was no way he'd leave Stevie's side. "Lindsey..." she called out again from the bathtub, Lindsey finally hearing her as he turned off the TV to knock on the bathroom door, opening it as she sat with a head full of shampoo.

"What do you need, baby?" leaning against the door as she was holding her knees up to her chest.

"I...I can't seem to get my arms to work...to wash the shampoo out of my hair," admitting as she started to cry, Lindsey feeling heartbreak while he got down on to the floor near the tub. "My eyes burn, it's seeping in to my eyes."

Laying a hand to her upper back, he then placed one on to her chest as he dunked her backwards, washing the soap from her hair. Stevie was losing an awful lot lately and he noticed more as he did his best not to pull at it, watching how it circled the drain once the plug was pulled. There was no way he'd tell her though. "Come here, angel," tugging at the towel on the rack as he brought it around her shoulders, Stevie still sitting in the tub as he covered her naked body, rubbing the towel against her skin. He literally felt as if he was taking care of a child, having her reach up around his neck so he could lift her out, doing his best to carry her in to the room as he helped her dress. "What would you like to wear today, Steves?" opening her bag. "Steves...?" looking back over at her as he saw her plucking the hair out of her doll. "Hey! What are you doing?!" snatching the doll from her grasp, picking up the pieces from the floor. "That's not how you treat, Bella."

"She must be as ugly as I am...I won't let a doll look better."

Rolling his eyes, Lindsey laid the doll on the dresser, sitting next to Stevie as he held her tight. "You're recovering, you are detoxing - this is not about being in a beauty pageant and like I have told you a million times since we've got here," lifting her chin, "...you're not ugly."

"I love you."

Closing his eyes, he smiled, kissing the side of her head. "And I love you."

"You won't leave me, will you?" nails digging in to his arms.

"Stevie, no, I won't leave you," shaking his head. "I don't know what put these awful ideas in to your head but I wish you'd stop," but realizing that maybe it really wasn't her saying them. It was the drug.

She sniffled as if she was about to cry, Lindsey taking her hand as he tangled their fingers together, seeing how bloated she really was.

"As far as I'm concerned," touching the tips of her fingers, "...there's no one as beautiful as you."