Mafia

6 Lupin

I don't know how long I slept, but when I woke up, I felt more rested than I had in a long time. I figured that Emma drugged me. I would've been pissed, but I desperately needed sleep.

I sat up in the bed and stretched. I let out a big yawn. I was still tired, but I had slept better here than I had in a long time.

I reached over to the bedside table and grabbed my glasses. After slipping them on, I took my first good look around the room. The walls were painted a light gray. They were the same color as the room I was in before. So I figured it was the same room that I was in before. I shifted my legs under the covers. Even through the sweat pants I was wearing, I could tell that they were very high quality. Much higher quality than anything I'd ever had. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and was about to stand up when I remembered my hurt knee. I made sure to put a majority of my weight on my right leg.

After I stood, I turned around and looked at the bed. The sheets were white and there was a light gray coverlet. There were only a few pillows. Being a guest, I reached down and straightened the sheets and pillows, making the bed. When I was done, I took a step back to admire my work.

"Leave a place better than you found it," I said, reminding myself of what my parents always taught me. I smiled at the memory. I don't know how long I stood there, lost in my memory, but next thing I knew, there was a soft knock at the door.

"Just a minute," I said. I hobbled over the soft rug to open the door.

"Hey," Emma said with a smile as I cracked the door.

"Can I come in?" she asked. I opened the door and moved away to let her in.

"Thanks." She came into the room. Emma must've changed at some point between now and last night. Instead of the scrubs and tank top she wore last night, now she was wearing blue jeans and a fitted olive-green shirt. Her dark hair was pulled up in a messy bun. In her arms she was carrying a very familiar blue and white bag while dragging a very familiar suitcase behind her.

"Are those—" I said.

"Yours?" Emma smiled and set the bag down on the bed.

"Yep," she said, "Not to sound super creepy, but we went to your place last night and got some of your stuff."

"We?" I asked. I couldn't help but feel really nervous about a bunch of people that I didn't know being in my apartment. Much less without my being there.

"Just me, Steve, Tony, and Roxy."

"Roxy?"

"Steve's wife," Emma said, "Well...technically she's his girlfriend, but they've been dating for years. And everyone knows they're going to be together forever." Emma unzipped the bag and started to lay stuff out on the bed.

"Aha!" Emma turned around and held out three prescription bottles. "These should help." I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"My meds," I said with a small smile, "Thanks."

"Anytime," Emma said with a smile, "There should be a glass in the bathroom." I went to the bathroom and swallowed all my medication. Two whole pills and half of another one.

Once I took all of my medication, I immediately felt better. More like myself.

Even with all my issues, I didn't want to be one of those people that has to rely on drugs to be happy or able to function in society. But, from experience, I knew that there were certain things that the drugs definitely helped to jump start. Overall, the benefits of taking them seriously outweigh how much I dislike having to rely on them. So, I take them, every morning, and every night.