The Labcoat

Chrissie POV

"Crying isnt healing." A deep voice said from behind the shower curtain. The voice was even deeper than Andy's.

I was too high to be scared. Using the heal of my palms to push me up, I walked over to the checkpoint of the voice with trembling hands.

I used them to reach for the curtain, but it was yanked open sending me flying back with a gasp. Landing on my ass, I instinctively flung my hands out to catch myself.

"Fear isnt defense either." He held out a hand and stared at me with bright blue eyes, Andy's were welcoming, this guy's were just frightening and bloodshot.

I took it fearfully and stood up biting my lip, thinking about what I would have to do with Andy when I walked out of the bathroom.

"Who's Andy?" The man asked.

"My boyfriend." I was used to people asking about my loud thoughts. Was he a boyfriend? A friend with benefits?

We still had not let go of hands, but oddly, I didnt mind.

"Im Mordred."

"Chrissie," I say in a hurry, taking my hand from him and opening the door a crack to see Andy asleep on the bed.

"Asshole." I mutter under my breath.

"Dick Move."

I look at him puzzled.

"Like I didnt hear you guys bangin each other like a screen door in a hurricane."

I punch his arm and close the door.


Why did I ever think Andy ever cared about me?
Why would he do this?
Even though Im under the goddamn influence of drugs too doesnt mean I am an asshole.

I need a blade.

"No you dont." Mordred whispered. "You need relief."

I nodded, even though I didnt want to and I didnt know what he meant.

He got up and walked over to the shower, grabbing a duffle bag.

The zzzzziiiiip of the zipper sent a weird shiver up my spine that I had never felt before.


He pulled out a bag that had needles and syringes in them and sorta smiled at them like they were his friends.

I wasnt holding back this thought,"You gotta be fucking insane."

"Take it or leave it." He smirked. Evil Motherfucker.

I thought about what I was losing. What would I be losing? A boyfriend? Puhlease! I never been more than a fuck buddy to him!

"Fuck it."

His calloused hands grabbed onto my wrist and extened my arm to expose my veins.

"Let Dr. Mordred go to work." I suprizingly trusted him.

He slid the needle at a weird angle quickly used his pointer finger to push the dose, giving me an aching burning sensation.

"It burns at first, but I promise it gets better."

I then felt a sudden rush of energy and hope, like I was immortal.

"How does it feel?" He picks up my hand and kisses it.

"It feels like sex."

"Good sex or bad sex."

"Good sex."

"Good."

We both laugh until our faces hurts and Mordred pulls out a pen.

"Here's my number if you need another fix or anything, Im here." He writes his number on my arm next to the needle mark.

He leans in slowly but I back away.

"Sorry Mordred. I still have And-"

Andy tackles Mordred to the ground and picks him up by his collar, banging his head on the ground.

Notes

Good God.