Greg was quick to bend over the small mirror, taking the straw from Charlie and taking the line with a deep, held breath. He sighed the air out, chuckling softly as he fell back against the bed next to the redhead. On top of the vicodin? He was going to be lucky to feel anything- his leg was a thing of the past. Once the room stopped spinning, he considered going for a run. Picking up a hooker. Something.