Marco had known the day before, when he'd taken the morphine, that he'd made a mistake, but he hadn't thought about how much he'd feel that mistake the next day. He'd slept a lot the day before, thanks to the pills, and had slept on and off through the night, probably still thanks to the pills. He'd done a lot of sleeping, and it meant that he had woken up earlier than he would have liked.
But worse than that, he woke up in pain. He recognized the cramps, and the nausea, and the throwing up, and the stupid teasing that went on in his head that he couldn't get to stop. He'd messed up. He'd messed up his recovery, and now he was back in withdrawal, right at the beginning. He'd really fucked up.
"One," he'd told himself. He'd take one pill, to hold off the cramps, and he'd try to stick to one a day, unless the pain got really bad. Maybe he could ween himself off, right? Cecilia would be proud, if she knew and wasn't furious that he'd somehow ended up with the morphine in the first place. Really, how did she not already notice it was missing? Unless it was just a gift from Them. Well, not so much a gift. Sitting through his cramps only made him think of how weak he was, and how mad Juno would be. He put the one pill in his pocket, for later, when things got worse. When it was truly 24 hours from when he'd taken the first group of pills, maybe. Maybe sooner.
He needed to get his mind off his pain, and his irritation at himself, and that bottle of pills still hiding in his bathroom, so he left his room, which had once again betrayed him just by making the pills appear. He put on his big hoodie over his pajamas and went to the best place for distraction, the movie room, hoping that maybe a movie he'd never seen would be a good way to focus on something else.
There was something that he'd never seen playing on the screen, but he'd decided it was already weird in the few seconds he'd been in the room. He looked to whoever was sitting there for an explanation, and found that he didn't recognize her. There had been a bunch of new people messages the day before, hadn't there? At least this one wasn't freaking out, it seemed. Just watching weird shit.
"What is this?" he asked after a moment, taking a seat on one of the many couches as he did. He pulled his knees up to his chest, because it made the cramps through his midsection feel a little better.