What withdrawal?
Who: Marco & Cecilia What: Marco needs a a favor When: Morning, right after journals Where: Cecilia's room
Despite the fact that he had woken up sweating and hadn't stopped yet, Marco pulled his hoodie on and zipped it up, then pulled the hood over his head. It didn't help the chills, which was what he'd hoped for, but it was okay as something of a security blanket. He hadn't grown up with one of those, but any comfort in his current situation was just fine.
For a moment, he considered just staying in bed, but that wouldn't help the situation. Besides, he'd already told the nurse that he was coming down, and he didn't want to hold her up.
Still, it took longer than Marco would have liked to get down to Cecilia's room. He'd taken a detour to the kitchen to get some coffee, but had ended up with his face in the expensive-looking sink, emptying the liquid contents of his stomach. Then he darted out of the room when he thought he'd heard someone else coming, keeping his head down and rushing for the public bathroom. He took a moment to rinse his mouth out and splash some water on his face before trying to remember where the nurse had said she'd been put.
Oh yeah, it was next to the public bathroom. Well, that was one point to him. Being kidnapped hadn't made anything else convenient, so, small victories.
He chewed his lip as he approached the door that he thought might be the room he was looking for. He had a feeling that this was a stupid idea, but he didn't have any others. Why would she help him? What the hell was he supposed to say? Just that he was jonesing and needed drugs? If anyone would understand that he couldn't just cold-turkey this, it'd be the nurse, right? But still, what kind of dumb fucking thing was he supposed to say?
"You're a fucking asshole," he muttered to himself, before knocking softly on the door.