Murphy's Law ✔️

Chapter Eighteen.

TW// DRUG ABUSE

Murphy relapsed on her birthday.

It was warm the night of May 3rd, 2020, and Harry had gotten the approval to leave work early in order to spend the night with his girlfriend. He'd made reservations at one of the most renowned Italian restaurants in all of London, and he'd had a surprise waiting for her at the apartment- a brand new Fender Acoustic-Electric guitar. It was even engraved with her initials and painted a soft lavender color- her favorite.

Harry had dressed for the occasion and had told her to do the same. He knew she'd find the brand new strapless gown he'd bought for her and hung up on the back of their bedroom door. Harry walked back to his apartment with a skip in his step and a smile on his face.

He wasn't expecting to come home to a seemingly empty apartment.

Pushing the door open, he stepped in with a grin, shouting out her name and frowning when he didn't get a response. Nyx sat quietly in front of the closed bathroom door, and Harry didn't think anything of it, instead making his way into the bedroom and blinking at the sight of an empty bed and the balcony door shut and still locked. That was when he started to worry.

He couldn't recall how many times he shouted her name as he made his way back towards the door where Nyx sat patiently, staring up at him. Frowning, he pushed the door to the bathroom open and, upon seeing the sight before him, almost collapsed in the doorway.

Murphy lay entirely too still on the floor of the bathroom, an emptied syringe still in her arm. Her stomach moved slowly- too slowly- as she inhaled laboriously through parted lips. Her eyes were shut and her face was relaxed- but what really freaked Harry out the most was the sickly blue tint around her lips and the perspiration on her forehead.

Without even thinking, Harry rushed towards the mirror and pulled open the cabinet, grabbing the Narcan he had stashed before she even moved in. Ripping open the package, he collapsed on his knees beside her.

"Baby, please," he practically begged, pulling back the plunger, "please wake up, Murphy, please!"

He brought the contraption up to her nose and placed it in her nostril, properly atomizing the medicine and repeating the process in her other nostril.

He didn't realize he was crying until he saw a tear drop fall from the top of his nose and land on her forehead as his hand came up to rest on the side of her face.

"Murphy, please! Wake up!" He shouted, a sob wracking through his body as his eyes shut tightly.

He sensed the movement from below him and opened his eyes to find her looking up at him in a daze, her eyebrows pulling together. Exhaling almost forcefully, Harry cradled her face and sniffled.

"God, you almost gave me a fucking heart attack, Murph."

"I'm sorry," she murmured, tears welling up in her eyes and quickly spilling over her cheeks, "I'm so sorry, Harry."

He shook his head quickly and pulled his phone out of his pocket, bringing the phone up to his ear with a shaky hand and sniffling again. His free hand came up to push her hair off of her forehead as he quickly explained the predicament to the dispatcher and requested an ambulance to his apartment.

"I don't need a hospital, Harry," Murphy insisted, lifting her head up to sit up. Harry hung the phone up and wrapped his arms around her, pulling the girl halfway onto his lap.

"Murphy, I thought you were dead," he whispered, his grip tightening around her, "you were blue, Murphy. You were barely breathing."

Murphy's eyes squeezed shut as her body began to tremble, sniffling quietly as she leaned her head on Harry's shoulder.