Thread: The Power in Addiction [Defiant x Temptationist]

My eyes followed Nurse Cavallo until she was out the door and out of sight. Walking over casually to the door, I used my foot to tap it closed not wanting to get my freshly washed hands dirty again. The door gently clicked shut. We were completely alone no one could hear us now. Not unless they were right next to the door. I shook my head lightly, still thinking of the story she just told. But the smile quickly diminished from my face as I refocused my attention on my job. Despite just washing my hands, I walked a couple feet over to a wall display of different sized gloves. Plucking one from the small kleenex-looking box, I slapped a glove on each hand swiftly rolling the rubber latex over my wrist, and my bracelet. Alright, Mr. Myers, you'll have to pull down your pants and roll over to me, please. I was totally kidding, but before I could even admit that I was joking, you were already hunched over, hurling into the garbage can that rested beside your bed. I thought I was hilarious, but with men, it was often a touchy joke to make. I smirked lightly, staying quiet as you barfed. I was only kidding. I reassured, pretending that the vomiting was directly linked to my anal-search joke. Even though I was full aware it wasn't. As you began to speak, the first words I had heard out of your mouth were totally and completely bizarre. I cracked up, but quickly realized I was chuckling and stopped. What a strange string of things to say. I knew exactly what you were referring too, but the stab at Nurse Cavallo as a diabetic was rich. She craves more the carb intake than the sugar-high. I corrected, Not so sure about blood, though. I mean, it tastes like Iron, but she's not too big on red meat. So, vampire, ehhhhh ... I hesitated. I thought I was pretty hilarious, but my attempts at humor were often met with confused eyes. The symptoms of heroin withdrawal were becoming quickly apparent. Although you didn't initially seem sick, you were evidently becoming more ill as time went on. It was progressive, and it was only going to get worse. In order to minimize any of these sickening effects, I sighed and tore off one of the gloves my right hand. Casually walking over to you, I reached over to a small stainless steel container that Nurse Cavallo had already prepared for me. As I went to hand you the container, I also, at the same time, took a seat down on the same stool by the bed that the nurse had been using. Rolling over to a water jug dispenser, I poured fresh filtered water into a paper cone-shaped cup. Handing it to you, I spoke again. Take each pill. You'll need it. I noticed the sweat beginning to form by your hair line. White pill is Methadone. It will help with the withdrawal. Help with the sickness. I moved my index finger to point to the other pill. The orangy-pink pill is Buprenorpine... it will help soothe the craving to use. I still had my left hand gloved, and I made sure not to touch anything with that hand by keeping it elevated in the air. Using the stool's convenient wheels, I rolled back over to the latex display and snagged another glove. I re-gloved my right hand and wheeled myself back over to you. Looking at your arms, I noticed some of the puncture points. They were are dense and scabbed as some heavy patients I had seen. At best, you were a new user, who was probably scared of the new loss of control. Still, I had a bad feeling. Something was off about you. When I used my Power on Nurse Cavallo, although slight, I felt a twist in my stomach. I only got the feeling when I was near the Sons of Ipswich primarily Reid, since I came in contact with him most frequently. So... Ipswich. Small town. I said in a condescending tone. I took your wrist in mine, and continued to sterilize the arm that Camilla had been working on. We had already taken blood before for a drug test, but I needed blood, this time, for my research. Not many people are from around there... What's your story? Wrapping a thick elastic band around your bicep, I pulled it tight to get the blood flowing through your veins. One particular vein emerged out of your skin. Without even warning, I pricked the vein with the extraction needle, and began taking blood. Your blood began to seep through the clear tube and into a small glass vial.