[oom] Room Number 4

[justcallmefee]

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Fiona dozes off and on, waiting for him to wake up.  The rats brought up the ice she requested, and she put it away in the freezer.  She puttered around, cleaning up his clothes, tidying aimlessly before she comes back to lay down beside him.

She still thinks he should see a doctor, but it's not her call to make.  Maybe she could get

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[latino_menace]

He sleeps until the effects of the heroin wear off - about four hours in this case because he was careful to only take a tiny amount of the pure stuff. But as soon as it starts to leave his system, he starts to get restless because the pain is asserting itself again, breaking through the barrier of drugs.

Without waking up, he rolls to his side and curls up, unconsciously protecting the injury. Stays there for about ten minutes, then there's a groan and his eyes blink open.

Ow.

[justcallmefee]

As soon as he stirs, she feels the pain rising in him again.

She goes to her kit for the vicodin. She brings him two fat white pills and a glass of water to wash them down with. Gently, she sits beside him on the bed, resting one arm on his shoulder.

"Sit up and take this." Her voice is quiet, tinged with worry.

[latino_menace]

He stares at the pills. He knows they're not going to do much good but can already tell this is going to be a hellish day if he doesn't get something into his system fast.

'Where's my kit?'

[justcallmefee]

"No," she says gently. "No more heroin. These are just as good, and the longer you wait to take them, the longer until they take effect. Or I have injectable morphine, if you're still hurting that badly. You need to get some ice on that to get the swelling down, before you cause some real and lasting damage."

[latino_menace]

He glares at her darkly and makes up his mind that there's no fucking way he's going to let her mother him into submission on this one. She doesn't know what it feels like and never will.

He takes the vicodin. They'll take the edge off until he can get something stronger.

'Morphine makes me puke.'

So, no.

[justcallmefee]

She gives him a flat look. "And smack doesn't."

Yeah, that makes sense. She sees that look in his eye and sighs.

"I can get you something stronger. You're not going anywhere for a little while."

She leaves the glass of water, and a full pitcher next to the bed. She moves back to the kitchen and comes back with an ice pack wrapped in a towel. She just sets it on the bedside table as well.

"You sure you don't want to see a healer."

[latino_menace]

He pulls a face like what you gonna do? because he sure as hell can't explain why his system reacts differently to the two.

'No.'

Not here, anyway.

'It'll get better.'

He takes the ice and gingerly puts it over the injury, hissing over his teeth and clenching a fist under the quilt to hide how much that hurt.

[justcallmefee]

"I can make some calls, get you someone in Miami. Someone good, and discreet. Someone who can meet us at my place in the hour."

She doesn't let the look penetrate. The pain excuses a lot of things. She does look away as he applies the ice, letting him keep his pride. The ice will take away the swelling, which will greatly reduce the pain.

She asks another question without even looking back, hiding her own pain from his sight.

"Is there anyone else -- you want me to call?"

[latino_menace]

'Call? Like who?'

Random's not exactly reachable on the phone if that's who she was thinking of.

[justcallmefee]

She closes her eyes. This is what she gets for offering. Fuck it, if he wants to contact Random, he can do it himself. She doesn't have to rake herself over those coals again.

"Whatever. Tell me what you need and I'll get it for you."

[latino_menace]

He needs his balls to stop killing him but he's not liking the chances of that happening any time soon.

'Nothing. Sleep.'

There's not a lot he can do and it's already pissing him off.

'Just do me a favour and stay away from horses from now on.'

[justcallmefee]

Her eyes go wide. She blinks rapidly a few times.

That finally gets her to move away from the bed.

"Fuck you, Ramon."

[latino_menace]

'Yeah, no chance of that for a while.'

He lays back and adjusts the ice pack, goes back to staring at the ceiling and waiting for this to get better. Chances are his mood isn't going to improve until it does.

[justcallmefee]

When she comes back, she pitches the case at him. Hard.

"Knock yourself out, jack ass."

It hits him in the centre of the chest and goes skittering off the bed.

She can't stay to watch. The door to the room slams and rattles the whole room.

[latino_menace]

He barely even hears it. He just eases himself up and reaches down for the case.

Funny, shooting up this time doesn't feel nearly as bad as it did last night. Maybe it's because he knows it'll quell the questions that scare him shitless every time he thinks on what that horse might have done to him.

But five seconds after the plunger is pressed down, it all goes away. And for the moment, that's just fine.