"Yeah, about that..." Marco took a deep breath, then let it out slow. He opened his mouth to speak again, then closed it. He repeated that a few times, then rubbed his forehead with the heel of his palm. He just had this awful feeling that once she found out his problem, she wouldn't help him. People weren't usually nice when they found out about the drugs.
"I'm... I'm not sick," he said at last. He kept his head down, so he didn't have to watch Cecilia's reaction. "I'm in bad shape, though. I just need something to take the edge off. It's fucking... If there's morphine in the hospital...? Or if you go by the police station, maybe they have something in the evidence lockers... I--I'll do whatever you want, if you can just find me something."