Dylan Hayes (pushme) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-11-22 22:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | dave henderson, dylan hayes |
Who: Dylan Hayes and Dave Henderson
What: Dylan makes a Big Decision, and hopes Dave will do the same
When: Sunday morning
Where: Dylan's apartment
Dylan woke up early, before the sun had managed to peek over the tops of the city's skyline. Not because he wanted to or because he had something important to do, but because his sleep the previous night had been fitful at best and completely impossible at the very worst. Dave's prone, sleeping form beside him did nothing to alleviate his anxiety, since his boyfriend was the source of his troubles. After waking up with a start for the fifth time, his entire body covered in a cold sweat, Dylan let out a soft grunt, pushed off the blankets, and then carefully tucked them around the still-sleeping Dave. He stood and sighed, pushing his sweaty hair out of his face. He swallowed hard and paced twice around the room, and then stopped dead in the middle of the floor. The smack, it was killing him. It was killing Dave and he was going to lose Dave and what would he do without the older man? What would he have done without him? Died, maybe, been still on the streets? Definitely. It was the smack, it always went to the smack, heroin, Hazel- Dylan shuddered at the memory of the kind face.
That was not the face of heroin. Dave's thin, drawn one was. The boniness that had become Dave's form, that was heroin. It had to stop. He was seized with a sudden mania. He paced to the apartment's kitchenette and rummaged in a drawer for a garbage bag. It took him nearly forty-five minute, but at the end of that time he had scrounged around his apartment and dumped every needle, every length of tubing, ever piece of drug paraphernalia he owned into the bag. It pained him to his very core to do so, but his single-mindedness was propelled by the unbalanced state of his head and his heart, and he was able to make the trek down the hall to the garbage chute. For a moment, a brief, terrifying moment, he was tempted to throw himself down after the stuff, but somehow he was able to turn away and return to his apartment. He left the lights off, and took a seat at the kitchen table after pouring himself a glass of water. His eyes fixed on Dave in the dark, he took a long sip, and waited.