"what's going on?" rylee groggily heard mickey's voice as her vision blurred into focus. she was slouched on the couch in the living room on the gallagher house.
"ry, hey dude," mickey turned her face towards his with his hand on her chin, "do you know what's wrong?"
she looked at him, then up at ian standing behind him. she looked down to herself, noticing that she was shivering and completely broken out in a cold sweat. everything she heard sounded like she was underwater, and her vision was blurred and slightly delayed.
"pain killers" she mumbled in a broken voice with a weak smile, as mickey held a cold towel to her forehead. ian nodded, stepping to the other side of her. he grabbed her wrist, counting her heart beat.
"fucking fast," ian said, referring to her heartbeat, then looked up at mickey, "get water and some bread."
Carl walked into the house, immediately dropping his things when he saw rylee. "holy shit," he cursed, walking to her, "what's happening?"
"she said she took some pills." ian told him.
"damn it, ry did you eat anything before you took them?" he asked her loudly, knowing that she probably couldn't hear well.
she weakly shook her head as mickey entered the room with water and a slice of bread.
carl sighed, "can you grab the box of crackers?"
he held the cup of water to her lips, but she didn't move. "you gotta drink babe, you need to get some energy."
"should we call V?" ian asked.
"V knows how to stitch up a cut and give you meds." carl said, shaking his head, "she doesn't need anything else in her system right now."
"what did you take?" carl asked after she had taken a few sips of water.
"vicodin. oxy." she whispered, still shaking. carl set down the cup and grabbed the bread as she answered. he pulled apart pieces and fed it to her until she had the energy to hold it herself.
"Come on," carl groaned, grabbing under her arms and pulling her up from the couch, "let's get you upstairs."
He wrapped one of her arms around his shoulders, his placed around her torso as he helped her up the stairs, thanking Mickey and Ian on the way up. He sat her on his bed when they reached his bedroom. He pulled her into a sitting position, and shut the door before sitting down next to her.
"I thought you were getting sober." carl sighed, making it sound like more of a statement than a question.
"I know," rylee replied quietly, "I am, i just got... bored i guess"
Carl took a deep breath, "how much did you take?"
"Don't know," she shrugged, "a few"
"That's not a very good answer." carl snapped.
"That's the only answer I have." she retaliated, annoyed. "It's fine, Carl."
"It's clearly not!" he yelled, standing up "you could have gotten yourself fucking killed, Rylee."
"Yeah, well. I didn't." she said plainly.
Carl sent her a glare, and continued to pace back and forth in front of the bed.
Rylee rolled her eyes, "I don't get why you're making such a big deal when-"
"You don't get it?!" he yelled again, "rylee you couldn't fucking move or talk. You were fucking shivering even though you were sweating all over, that's not fine!" his voice progressively got louder.
