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muserevival2014-01-17 05:40 pm
arrecho) wrote in muserevival2014-01-17 05:40 pm
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051.3. Drabble
Ridiculous
Emilio’s patience had been so short-lived, it was ridiculous. He was ashamed and knew that Cole wasn’t the only one who fucked up. This was going to be hard... very, very hard. He had given Cole his word that he wanted to help him with this, so responding to Cole’s drug and booze-soaked anger when he fell off the three-days-clean wagon, Emilio knew he could have had much better coping skills with it.
He now let himself into Cole’s apartment with the key Cole had given him at the start of all this. It had been Cole’s idea, and Emilio had appreciated the trust. It was a large apartment, but it was in a mess. He just stepped over whatever was lying down and went through to Cole’s bedroom. He was lying sprawled prone across his bed, with the remnants of a bender on his nightstand. A mirror with white powder residue, a spent bottle of black label Smirnoff vodka, an overflowing ashtray, and even a couple of used needles with a belt used to restrict circulation. Cole was shirtless and unconscious, and probably would be for some time.
Emilio tiredly rubbed at his head, shaking it helplessly. After a moment or two of standing there bewildered, he stepped over more random mess and collected the mess from the bedside table, making sure he didn’t prick himself with the used needles. He got rid of it all, and then flushed whatever other drugs he found in easy reach. Next to go was all the booze he could find in the apartment, unceremoniously flushed down the toilet. Fuck, he didn’t know what else he could do.
He sat on the edge of the bed beside Cole for a long time, head nursed in his hands as he started to get cold feet with all this. Did he really have the strength to help someone he still barely knew through getting clean and sober? It wasn’t a question he was ready to answer yet. Instead, he just shifted back and pulled Cole onto his side so he didn’t choke on his own vomit, spooning up behind him to hold him so he stayed in that position. He wasn’t sure if he could do this, but it would have to be a decision he made another day... when he could be more confident Cole wasn’t going to drop dead of an overdose.
Emilio Alvarez
{ original character }
Emilio’s patience had been so short-lived, it was ridiculous. He was ashamed and knew that Cole wasn’t the only one who fucked up. This was going to be hard... very, very hard. He had given Cole his word that he wanted to help him with this, so responding to Cole’s drug and booze-soaked anger when he fell off the three-days-clean wagon, Emilio knew he could have had much better coping skills with it.
He now let himself into Cole’s apartment with the key Cole had given him at the start of all this. It had been Cole’s idea, and Emilio had appreciated the trust. It was a large apartment, but it was in a mess. He just stepped over whatever was lying down and went through to Cole’s bedroom. He was lying sprawled prone across his bed, with the remnants of a bender on his nightstand. A mirror with white powder residue, a spent bottle of black label Smirnoff vodka, an overflowing ashtray, and even a couple of used needles with a belt used to restrict circulation. Cole was shirtless and unconscious, and probably would be for some time.
Emilio tiredly rubbed at his head, shaking it helplessly. After a moment or two of standing there bewildered, he stepped over more random mess and collected the mess from the bedside table, making sure he didn’t prick himself with the used needles. He got rid of it all, and then flushed whatever other drugs he found in easy reach. Next to go was all the booze he could find in the apartment, unceremoniously flushed down the toilet. Fuck, he didn’t know what else he could do.
He sat on the edge of the bed beside Cole for a long time, head nursed in his hands as he started to get cold feet with all this. Did he really have the strength to help someone he still barely knew through getting clean and sober? It wasn’t a question he was ready to answer yet. Instead, he just shifted back and pulled Cole onto his side so he didn’t choke on his own vomit, spooning up behind him to hold him so he stayed in that position. He wasn’t sure if he could do this, but it would have to be a decision he made another day... when he could be more confident Cole wasn’t going to drop dead of an overdose.
{ original character }