The beauty of the night was suddenly gone, shattered by a stupid, careless mistake. If Fisher had had pockets, or was allowed pants, he could have kept the drugs in his pocket. But he didn't, and he hadn't wanted to hold it (why the fuck not), so he'd set it down. And forgotten about it.
Fisher knew damn well what James getting caught meant, for the both of them. Even disregarding the notion that James would never deal with him again, it wouldn't take long for the staff to connect the both of them, and then Fisher would get shut in solitary until he was "clean" again. He couldn't go through that shit, not again.
Taking the shirt James gave him, he gave his body a quick swipe before tossing it aside, moving as fast as his short legs could carry him over the sloping lawn. He needed to think, and fast, before they got back to the hospital. How the fuck could he fix this? Or prevent it?
Thankfully the rock was still nestled in the door, which meant there wasn't a search going on for them, which was a good start. Since the rooms locked at night, the only time they checked the beds was when the shifts changed, at 5am. If they were lucky, it wasn't five yet, and no one had peeked in James' room and discovered that he wasn't there, but a bag of drugs was. Fisher's heart was pounding in his chest, nervous as fuck that this was going to go horribly wrong. Slipping into the propped open door behind James, Fisher followed him through the dark corridors, positive that everyone could hear his heartbeat as loud as sirens.
As they rounded the corner to their ward, everything going too well so far, the snag finally hit. One of the morning nurses was making his way down the hall, unlocking and peeking in doors. He'd started at the far end (thank God) and was two doors away from Mr. McCafferty's room. Shit.
Pressing James flat against the wall, Fisher thought for half a second before deciding that the only way to fight trouble was with more trouble. Stepping out of his underwear, Fisher draped them over the arm that James was holding his jacket in. "Hold these," he said, before turning on his heels and taking off and a sprint toward the rec room, screaming at the top of his lungs.