Lena hoped today was the end of it too. If Thomas had come out of this all with a psychological addiction, there were going to be worse consequences.
She had removed everything breakable from the room, as well as anything he could potentially hurt himself with or on. The door was locked now, meaning Thomas couldn't get out. Lena had been with a friend who was detoxing once who had ended up threatening Lena with a knife in order to try to get a fix. She was honestly scared of what Thomas might do.
"I hate it too," she said, offering him a tired smile. "Do you want to come over here?" The sounds of pain and distress coming from the bedroom were only growing more frequent.