Daniel froze under Johnny's touch. A sudden wave of shame washing over him. He knew his hair was disgustingly greasy and sweaty, hell there was probably still blood in it. He wanted to hide, or cry, he wasn't really sure which.
"There is no way out, Johnny. Trust me. I've tried. Please... just go? Walk away. Forget about me. I'm not worth worrying about. I'm definitely not worth getting on Silver's bad side for."
Any other words Daniel wanted to say were cut off as he pushed Johnny aside and ran to the bathroom - well limped, pathetically - he barely made it to the toilet before puking his guts up. Whether it was the withdrawals, a reaction to the pills, the nasty infection he was fighting or something else, it was hard to say.