Lennie opened his eyes and saw that the world was still in place around him. In his fevered dreamstate he was sure that he would wake to oblivion or worse...
He had no such luck though as he mentally make note of the ills that he felt that cold Febraury morning. First off he had mo memory of the night before - he did not know how he got to bed nor what he was up toin the hours that preceeded his arrival in bed. Truth be told Lennie remembered nothing after arriving at the Rainbow movie house yesterday afternoon, where he had snuck into theatre seven to watch Life is Beautiful. It may have been a terrible movie or it may have been fantastic but Lennie would never know. He was lucky he could even remember his name right now much less what he did yesterday or how he managed to get home and safely tucked into his own little bed. God looks after fools and little children - aaaand possibly drunkards and even more probably junkies which according to Stanley over at the Shop and Save were the 20th century's version of the classic drunk.
This was not the longest blackout Lennie could remember but it certainly was not without some questions. He could not remember doing any quantity of drugs last night.
No more than the usual, anyways..
He did feel tremendously dopesick, and as if to punctuate the thought: a wave of nausea flew across Lennie in sicken waves, each one stonger bthan the last until Lennie was forced to place his head between his knees in a type of surrender. The sickness, however did not acknowledge the symbol of surrender right away and it took a few more waves for the message to make it to the powers that were to stop the attack and start the laboreous process of taking prisoners.
"Whoa... ahhhhhhh... mmmmhh..." He groaned and moaned as he slowly and painfully managed to achieve a sitting position on the bed, clutching his thin white sheet around him tighter than the shroud of Turin was wrapped on Jesus Christ himself. Lennie was already shivering and sweating, the sickness well on him now, like some kind of evil parasite living inside him that eats both his energy and his soul: leaving only pain, lethargy and an unimaginable hunger for something to make the feelings go away and simply become- well for lack of better words this early in the day- simply operational. Another wave of nauseafloated across him, this time activating a bass drum beat that ran simutaneously through huis liver, up his spine and into his brain. It felt like "innagaddadeveda"and Lennie truly and earnestly hoped that it was not the super-long extended mix. In truth he prayed it would end swiftly before the idea of death by Iron Butterfly became too appealing.
Looking down at the coffee table beside the "couch that liked to pretend it is a bed" Lennie took note of several things at once - the most important item however temporarily blinded him to everything else as he read the printed index card sitting next to what appeared to be a ready-made hype. The card read "2 - Dilaudid 8 for you - from me - feel better - watch the tape - Lennie".
Lennie blinked hard once, than he blinked hard once again.
He re-examined the index card.
"Yes", it was his writing.
"Yes", there was a spoon with a filter in it on the table and what appeared to be a light whitish wash in the spoon.
Yes there was a cigarette with a small piece of filter missing - torn off the previous night Lennie supposed. Next to the smoke was a lighter. He picked up the smoke, lit it with a great long inhale and proceeded to pick up the hype.
Tieing off was easy and in seconds Lennie found a vien and had the needle in and flagged. With one quick shift of his thumb he shot the contents of the hype into his bloodstream and in the same movement slid the needle out of the vein and loosened the tie around his forearm.
The tie fell to the ground in front of him. Blue rubber contrasting with the soft eggshell white of the long sheet that was draped around his waist and legs. A single drop of blood had dripped onto the white sheet beside the tie and for a split second the three colours touched and merged into one as a great warmth swept across Lennie - beginning at his toes and building with a Tsunami-like intensity that simply swept aside any feeling of illness, nausea or pain that might have existed in its path...
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