“Armand, we talked about this. It is a no.” He told him as he sat at his desk and put his pencil behind his ear before looking at him. “Shall we do what you asked about? Do I need to start hurting you to make you not want your drugs?”
Armand could feel his heart palpitating in his chest, but he tried to ignore it. He told himself he was just tired. At least until everything went black and he fell with a thud against the bottom of the tub. He was still breathing, but his withdrawals were severe. His skin was burning up.
Axel frowned as he heard the thud and he moved intot he bathroom, not caring if the other was dressed or not. He turned off the water and got him into the recovery position and got up to get him some water quickly returning and getting Armand’s head in his lap so that he could give him some.
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