[He might feel bad about that in the morning. For now, he's just pleased to have got John out of the way so that he can go upstairs. It's what he intends to do, he really does, but his head is spinning so much now and his heart is racing.
This shouldn't be happening.
He always calculates his dosages to the milligram, he knows what his body can take and what he needs to feel a certain way. This particular batch of one, cocaine most likely, must have been more impure than he imagined. Damn. Damn, damn, damn.]
John.
[It's a rather feeble call of his friend's name. Not nearly loud enough to make it up the stairs, so he fumbles his phone out of his pocket with shaking hands. He nearly drops it, only just managing to keep hold and send a short message.]
Possible OD. On the stairs. Come when convenient. SH.
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This shouldn't be happening.
He always calculates his dosages to the milligram, he knows what his body can take and what he needs to feel a certain way. This particular batch of one, cocaine most likely, must have been more impure than he imagined. Damn. Damn, damn, damn.]
John.
[It's a rather feeble call of his friend's name. Not nearly loud enough to make it up the stairs, so he fumbles his phone out of his pocket with shaking hands. He nearly drops it, only just managing to keep hold and send a short message.]
Possible OD. On the stairs. Come when convenient. SH.