Tasha hugged all three of them and then she went and inserted herself on Peter's bed, leaning against his pillows beside him. "They can't actually do it against his will," she explained carefully. "But they're saying it's the best course of action."
Peter's lips thinned but he leaned his head against Tasha's shoulder. "They want to give me Disulfiram," he explained as Deirdre took a seat beside his bed and Thomas leaned warily against the wall near the door. "They give it to alcoholics because it makes it means if they take a drink at all, it immediately feels like the have a hangover. Vomiting, headaches, muscle aches, the works. And because they don't trust me actually take pills that would make me feel shitty, they want to give me a long acting shot of it. It doesn't take away cravings at all, it just gives you consequences for drinking."