Coming Clean

Chapter 4: Help

Scrags woke up to see Esther sat at the edge of the bed, sipping some water as she slightly stirred. He had no clue how long she had been asleep, if at all, but at least he knew that she was fine and that she was awake. However, she still seemed sickly to him. Maybe pretty much forcing her to go cold turkey was a bad idea after all. He had good intentions with his actions, but at what cost?

God, now he felt guilty. Well, he might as well check up on her. He caused this, so he should have the decency to try and fix what he's done. Or at least help. He lightly tapped her on the back, feeling sweat soak through her clothing. Esther slowly turned around and smiled weakly. She seemed weak. Maybe he should take her to a hospital.

"Esther.." he started nervously, his voice still tired and sore after all the shouting he did yesterday, "I think we might need to take you to a hospital of sorts.." he trailed off as he saw Esther's eyes widen slightly. She seemed slightly scared at him bringing up this seemingly useful statement. Well, it would be useful to him, at least.

She shook her head weakly before clutching at her head with her free hand.
"And have them probably arrest me?! Of course not, dude!" she whisper shouted as loud as she could without her head feeling like it could and would explode at any given second.

Scrags saw her point. But the only question is would they prioritise her health or the fact that she had been consuming illegal substances? He didn't even know himself, and he was in the FBI.

He thought for a second. Maybe there could be another solution..
"How about.. I give you back your stash but only if you promise me that you start to try and maybe go to rehab?" he reasoned with her. He looked Esther in the eyes and reached out his hand. "Do we have a deal?" he asked her, looking for a handshake.

He could tell that Esther was running through everything in her brain. Would this be a good idea or not? That's a good question. Well, it would temporarily stop this feeling and she could maybe try and see if her habit can die. She could give it a shot.

"Deal." she said weakly as she took his hand and shook it. He looked a bit disgusted, as her hand was somehow cold and sweaty at the same time, which was a weird feeling. He definitely needed her to get better soon. Well, not just because of the excessive sweat, which can almost seem slimy, but it is also because of her almost weak manner. It wasn't normal for Esther at all to be this weak.

He stood up and stretched, still not being fully awake. He felt wrong giving everything back to Esther. But it also felt right. He had to, for her safety. Plus, she had made a promise to try and change stuff. Whether that promise is kept, he doesn't know. But he trusts her. He fully trusts her.

He leaves the hotel room, taking the key card with him.
"Zoinks.." he mutters to himself as he goes down the elevator. He makes his way out of the building and to where the van is parked. He opens up the van to find-

Nothing.

It's gone.

Someone took it.

He entered the van and checked the entire van in a panic. He had to find it, for Esther. Oh god.. he'd lost it.

"Zoinks!" he repeated his words from before. He stepped away from the van slightly and kicked it "Shit!" he yelled loudly. He had goofed up. Again. What was Esther gonna say? What would she do? Oh god, he was petrified.

He went away from the van and started approaching the hotel again. Hopefully he'd leave with his head not on a stick.

Meanwhile, Esther was sat on the edge of her bed, tapping her foot relentlessly. Keith had woken up at this point and he was in the bathroom. She couldn't handle the wait. For Scrags, not the bathroom. She did need a pee, however..

Scrags came through the door empty handed and a look of worry spread across his face. Had he goofed up?!

Esther looked up at him and met his worried eyes with an almost stern gaze.

"They.." he paused to take a deep breath in before continuing nervously, "they aren't there."

Esther's eyebrows furrowed and a look of slight anger filled her face.
"I would rip you a new one if my senses weren't all jinked up right now!" she semi yelled before clutching at her head. The pain was becoming to much.

It was a mix of flu like symptoms and just pure pain. She couldn't take it anymore. She let out a small scream, reminiscent of when her brain absolutely freaks out. She clutches her head and brings her head close to her knees.

She doesn't remember much else. All she remembers is footsteps and her being turned on her back. She had stopped screaming, but now she still felt like crap. She looked up at her friends stood around her and she muttered the word "help" before closing her eyes and completely passing out.

She wasn't ok.

And this time her brains couldn't save her.

Hopefully her friends could.

A/N
A little shorter, I know, but I'm having a bit of writers block right now. I hope this is still ok, however!
Word count pre-edit: 854
Word count post-edit 1: 911