"No-" Dylan replied immediately, pushing himself up to lean forward slightly, towards GHB. The burning in his arms had abated somewhat, and was replaced with a tingling pain that ran from his eyes up his forehead and then up and over his back to spread to the rest of his limbs. "Help me." He said in a small voice. A drug embodied, that was a dangerous thing, and Dylan recognized it as such, but the need was festering in his brain and he felt at that moment that if GHB had left him, he would die then and there.