SAVE ME IN MY DREAMS TONIGHT / private, stocking

malphas didn't believe he was in her debt, or she owed him anything. that day, he had just been simply doing his job- a shitty job, at that. malphas had to see terrible things- his worst thoughts haunted him at night, circling around him like sharks. what if i could have saved hati? what if i could have helped iota? it's my fault they were hurt... it's my fault nayru died, he thought, deeply burdened by the weight of his the pain of his friends. he was sure being the medic to strangers would be so much easier, but these were his friends he had to work on, people he cared for, as much as he would hate to admit it.

"ugh, fuck," he groaned, another shockwave of pain sent coursing down his spine. "hey, quick info- don't ever drink like, twelve shots of bourbon every day and then decide to quit cold turkey. this is the worst," he revealed his ailment- alcohol withdrawl. how pathetic, he thought. "but i'm not, uh, here to tell you to not be like me. i, uh.. oh god," he stumbled, clearly in pain. "i need a drink. no- no i don't. fuck. let's get fuckin toked up, stocking," he said, squinting, looking at her, trying to stay focused.