you're my heroin(e)

you're my heroin(e)

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Joshua Fucking Ramsay. Joshua mother-fucking Ramsay was the only reason I was like this. He made me a monster, he made me scared, he made me weak, and worst of all, he made me me. I was normal, I had friends, until that blue haired douche bag showed his face. Everything was fine, perfect even, yet still he was my darkest hour and my brightest light. nothing that touched me would hurt me when he was around, but was it him or the drugs I could never know. He got me addicted. to smoking, to heroine, to death, but the worst of all, him. He was the most dangerous drug I could name. His name stained my tounge black but I couldn't stop saying it. Josh. Josh. Josh.
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An unfortunate series of events leads to Lucy waking up in an unknown apartment. The one of her work colleague and former enemy, Joshua. When Josh announces that after she fell and blacked out, he took her to his home instead of an ER to take care of her himself, Lucy doesn't understand. Until he explains that he attended med school for four years before dropping out and changing the industry. Lucy's state of health and a number of unfortunate revelations lead to the need of Josh's medical expertise which throughout the next few days turns out to still not be enough... ---------------------------------------------------- "No. Cut it right there.", his wrist is still in my hand and I hold on to it. "Please don't regret it. I- I could not take that." I'm lucky that there's water streaming down the side of my face from my hair so that he cannot see the tiny tear making its way down my cheek. His pupils widen and his throat bobs as he swallows the rest of his sentence down. Then he leans to the front and softly kisses the tear away. "Never in my life would a thought such as regretting a singular second I have spent with you cross my mind." And with that he pulls me close and hugs my naked shoulders, obviously not minding the water soaking his shirt. I inhale deeply and recite the words in my head like a magical spell. Never in my life would a thought such as regretting a singular second I have spent with you cross my mind. 3rd of March 2o24 #2 in #injury #4 in #clinic #8 in #hospital

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