Fourth floor bathroom, Early Tuesday Morning
It's very hard to mix chemicals when your hands are shaking. Henry nearly broke half of his beakers, and spilled more than twenty pounds worth of chemicals. This would have put him in a terrible mood, but he wasn't in the right frame of mind for that.
The withdrawals were getting worse, and he couldn't handle them. He knew that if he didn't do something, he'd cave and take the HJ7. That was not an option.
Henry was mixing something similar to the HJ7, but it lacked vital components. It wasn't a very good idea, but again, Henry was not in the right frame of mind to think about that. Besides, he was completely sure it was non-toxic.
Kinda sure.
He brought the mixture to a boil, then quickly took it off the heat. He assembled his syringe, loaded a centiliter, found a vein in his arm, and injected it.
It probably would've been a good idea to let the mixture cool.
But again, Henry was not in the right frame of mind.
He fell to his knees from the pain, gasping. He could feel the solution burning in his arm, as it traveled through the bloodstream. It cooled, and Henry felt his nerves calm. It worked. The withdrawals were subsiding. He stayed there on the floor for a minute.
Thank God. It might only be temporary, but thank God nonetheless.
[ooc: NFB, and rather closed. Plottish.]
The withdrawals were getting worse, and he couldn't handle them. He knew that if he didn't do something, he'd cave and take the HJ7. That was not an option.
Henry was mixing something similar to the HJ7, but it lacked vital components. It wasn't a very good idea, but again, Henry was not in the right frame of mind to think about that. Besides, he was completely sure it was non-toxic.
Kinda sure.
He brought the mixture to a boil, then quickly took it off the heat. He assembled his syringe, loaded a centiliter, found a vein in his arm, and injected it.
It probably would've been a good idea to let the mixture cool.
But again, Henry was not in the right frame of mind.
He fell to his knees from the pain, gasping. He could feel the solution burning in his arm, as it traveled through the bloodstream. It cooled, and Henry felt his nerves calm. It worked. The withdrawals were subsiding. He stayed there on the floor for a minute.
Thank God. It might only be temporary, but thank God nonetheless.
[ooc: NFB, and rather closed. Plottish.]