|Thomas Julian Kemp (asterismos) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2013-12-07 14:55:00
|Entry tags:||madeline kemp, thomas kemp|
WHO: Thomas, open to anyone at hospital (though they aren't going to discover the drugs, jsyk)
WHAT: Drug-taking and exhaustion
WARNINGS: Well...drug-taking. Maybe language.
In an effort to give himself the most privacy he could be afforded, Thomas had slipped inside one of the disabled toilets and locked himself in. That way he had an entire sink, mirror and toilet to himself and no one might hear him on the other side of a stall wall.
He stared into the mirror and took in the sight of his shadowed eyes. He knew he looked wretched, but there wasn't much he could do about that right now. His brain wasn't really firing correctly and he kept falling asleep while sitting up. "Just a little while longer," he whispered to his reflection.
With shaking hands, he pulled the small pill box out of his pocket and flipped it open. He still had a few of the uppers left, as well as several Vicodin in there. He needed something for his pounding head, so he took one of each and dry swallowed them both. After shoving the pill box back into his pocket, he leaned down to drink straight from the tap to chase the pills down.
Once finished, he straightened up and ran his fingers through his growing hair. He could do this. He could watch over Jamie and make sure no one ever tried to take him away again. He just had to stay awake a little while longer. There was a hitch in his chest which had been there since discovering Jamie was gone. He hadn't let himself really break down because he couldn't. He had things he had to do. It was there, waiting for him, but he swallowed against it and left the bathroom to head back to the waiting room. His breakdown had to wait along with everything else. Jamie came first.
Jamie always came first.