“I’m not, I’m not going.” Their nails biting his skin is reassuring. He was starting to wonder where his limbs were.
Normally he’d question taking more drugs on top of other (mystery) drugs, but Michael is desperate and lightheaded and becoming increasingly disturbed by the sound of his own labored breathing so it’s easier to simply take direction. Normally he’d also have to stop and think about how to get the pills while still letting Lee hold onto him, but now it just happens: he stands up and they’re in his arms as though they barely weigh a thing. He doesn’t really remember walking into the bedroom or putting the pills into his hand but that’s where he winds up, with Lee in bed still clutching at him, both of them striped in black, the whole room crawling with it.