Price. Fisher's ears perked up, his head lifting slightly. Solutions for withdrawal... that ony meant one thing. It sure as fuck wasn't therapy. "Yeah?" he asked hopefully. There wasn't anything Fisher wouldn't do for a hit of something, just anything to take the edge off. Right now he couldn't even get an advil for a headache. The headaches he got from banging his head against the walls.
"Who do I have to talk to about it?" he asked quietly, just in case Nursezilla decided to make her way over and see what they were up to. Desperation was clear in his eyes.