muserevival | 097.4 Drabble Prompt || Sweat

Ben had taken Euan’s suggestion and gone to the ER, claiming to be suicidal. He’d made it longer than he’d ever expected without a hit after he’d called 911 a few days before, but a few hours out of the hospital, and the cravings were so strong that he knew without a doubt that he’d break before the end of the day. It had been Euan who’d told him what to do to get into a rehab sooner, and that’s exactly what he’d done. He’d been checked in and put on 72 hour suicide watch, and the doctor who’d seen him had put someone to work finding him a facility to go to once he was off watch.

He had been miserable since a few hours from the end of his last high, pushing a week ago now before he’d gone to the hospital the first time, and he’d never dreamed of how long the withdrawal symptoms would last… He was nowhere near the end, either, from what he was being told. And right now, curled up in his hospital bed, shivering as if it were subzero temperatures, while dripping in sweat, Ben had just thrown up everything he’d had for dinner. He felt like he was dying, and part of him just wished he would. He couldn’t say he hadn’t been warned, though. Ben had always prided himself on being tough… the rough and tumble brother in his family. But right now, he was nothing more than a broken shell of a man in so much pain that nothing on earth could stop the tears rolling down his face.