HeistingHound
Dark twists of scars ran along the green veins of his wrists, watery eyes tinged with red, nose pink with fever. A dusty blanket was draped around shaky shoulders, arms clutching at his churning stomach.
His door opened and Roy saw Jay peer around the corner, "You look like shit."
"I took too much heroin," He shuttered out, glaring at the homeless teen.
"Does that mean your gonna die?"
"No, it means I'm susceptible to bullets until it wears off."
(God only knows what this is)