Who: Layla Williams and Clark Kent When: Monday [Backdated] Where: Clark's apartment What: Coming down from bad things Warnings: Drug withdraw, sickness, general bad things Status: Closed/In-Progress
Layla knew something was wrong. She knew something was not right. There was a taste in the back of her throat. She was cold but sweating. No matter how many deep breaths she tried to take, Layla would not slow her heartbeat.
Something was very wrong.
Kicking off her blankets, she didn't want to open her eyes. Her body felt odd. Tingling but heavy. Itchy and uneven. Everything just looked blurry and off-kilter. Attempting to stand after getting out of bed had been a terrible idea.
Sliding down onto the floor, Layla curled up on the floor. Her knees pressed against her chest, she laid there rocking herself. She was trying to do her best to will away the sick feeling beginning to build in her stomach. Her throat was already beginning and her mouth was painfully dry.
There was a small bag that had fallen onto the floor when Layla had. Inside were the cocaine cough drops that had been given to her just days prior. They had helped with a fever she barely recalled battling while writing to her...sister? No. Not her sister. To Raven. Who had appeared as her sister? That still did not sound right. Nothing sounded right. Everything just sounded unbelievably loud.