Ecstasy

The team of doctors worked around the bed, tubes in hand. My stomach flipped. I couldn't watch this. I resisted the urge to be sick and started to turn away, but something stopped me. I looked down at Tyson’s fingers wrapping around mine. Tightly.
It made my stomach churn but I didn't let go of his hand.

Tyson Shelley is a typical teenager: parties, girls, in an awesome band. Except he may have taken it too far. Whenever there’s a party he’s the first one with a drink in his hand, which would be alright, if he weren't popping pills as well.