i will let you down, i will make you hurt.

Abigail rolled her eyes as Matt tried denying that he was. She wasn't stupid, she knew he drank out of anger and that's why he was in his current state.
She wouldn't deny if someone asked her about her drug use. She knew she was an addict, she didn't like to be labeled that, but she was.

"I will, give me a minute okay?" She grabbed her purse and walked into the bathroom. She quickly poured coke onto the counter and turned on the water, in hopes to cover up her snorting noises.
She didn't bother to break it up more, which made it hurt more when she snorted it. She quickly cleaned up and headed down to the lobby just before the ambulance drove away.

---

"Yes I did." he said with a smirk. The rush of the heroin was flowing through him, making him feel amazing. Almost better than any other time.
He grabbed her hand and walked out the door. He flagged down a cab and held the door open for her.

Once they got to the restaurant the wait was twenty minutes. He pulled her outside for a smoke, leaning against the front of the building as he lit his cigarette.
"We should've called first." he said sarcastically flashing her a smile. He was feeling extra cocky, he figured it was just from the glorious drug that was in his veins.

Kristen rolled her eyes. "Twenty minutes isn't that long," she said. "And I don't think places like this take reservations unless you're having a party or something, or you have a lot of people." She leaned against the side of the building, watching all the cars that drove by. She could smell the food inside and it was making her stomach grumble, so she was glad when she and Zacky were able to go inside.

"I'm getting shrimp," Kristen said excitedly, rubbing her hands together and grinning.

---

When Matt woke up, he was in another unfamiliar bed and he had a headache from hell. Rubbing at his temples, he looked around, quickly realizing he was in the hospital, and judging by the sounds, he was in the emergency room. The swimming sensation in his head told him he was still extremely drunk, but not as drunk as he had been earlier.

"Wha...What happened?" he mumbled.

Abigail lookes up from the magazine she was reading when she heard Matt's voice. She placed it on the chair as she stood up and walked over to him.
"You don't remember?" she asked holding his hand as she sat on the bed next to him.
"You were wasted Matt. Your blood alcohol content was 2.0 when they first tested it, then by the time they got you checked in it was almost at a 3.0," she played with his fingers a bit before looking back at him, "You should be fine though... They have given you two bags of saline so far, you're almost done with the third one."

---

"I was going to get that. Maybe I'll get the steak. Will you share?" he said closing his menu and putting it off to ths side. He watched as the chef in front of him prepared meals for the other people at the table. He was dying to have a beer, but didn't want it to end badly. He was still floating.

"How are you feeling?" Zacky whispered in her ear, "I mean highwise."

"With you, yes. With everybody else, hell no," Kristen laughed. She placed her order when the waitress came around, ordering double fried rice since she was hungry and hibachi rice was her favorite in the world. "I feel fine," Kristen whispered back to him, shrugging. "I had another hit not long before we left, so I'm good for awhile. I think."

Talking about it now made Kristen want more heroin, but she wasn't so sure she needed any more. She knew she could start keeping up with how much she had and not just use whenever, but that felt like a lot of work.

---

Matt rubbed a hand down his face, groaning. He knew enough from reading things that a blood alcohol level of 0.30 was nearly at toxic levels. 0.20 was high for someone without a tolerance for alcohol, but Matt definitely had a tolerance.

"God, I'm so sorry, Abigail," Matt said. "I could've fucking died tonight, and all because I let my anger get the best of me. I know I probably need help, but...I don't care."

Abigail nodded, agreeing with his words. "I know. I feel the same way. But jesus Matt, at least know your limits. What if I didn't come back? What if I decided to stay with Jimmy?" she closed her eyes, fighting back tears. He was here because of her. She pushed him to drink because she got mad over him protecting her.
"I'm the one who should be apologizing. It's my fault.. I got mad at you for standing up for me. I'm a fucking idiot. I'm sorry."

---

"Good, good. I don't want you crashing while we are here, thats why I asked." he said before sitting back up and watching the people around him.
He was paranoid that people knew he was high, he swore to himself that everyone was looking at him.
He grabbed Kristen's hand under the table, linking their fingers together. He needed comfort right now, he was flying high and it felt like he was never coming down.

"Zacky, are you okay?" Kristen asked, leaning closer to him to whisper in his ear. She knew he was high, but he was acting a little weirder than usual. She squeezed his hand, pulling hers away only when the waitress arrived with their onion soup and their salad. She knew he had been using longer than she had and that he probably felt things from the heroin that she didn't, but he was still acting strangely paranoid.

---

Matt sighed. He knew that if Abigail had waited until the morning to come back, she probably would've found him dead in their hotel room. It was a scary thought and it should make Matt want to stop drinking and get help, but it had the opposite effect. He wanted to drink more than ever, to numb the overwhelming feeling of inadequacy he was experiencing. "You don't have to be sorry, Abi," he said. "I didn't have to drink."

"No, but it's what you do. Just like me." She raised their hands up and placed a kiss on the top of his. No matter how much he apologized she would still feel guilty. If she didn't do coke, she wouldn't have gotten so mad at him. But she also wouldn't have the confidence she had now.
"Um, do you want me to run back to the room and get a few things? Depending on what the doctors say, you may need to stay the night."

---

"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine. Just... A bit paranoid." he said before eating his soup. He didn't know what to do, he wanted to leave but he didn't want to leave dinner.
"I'm fine, don't worry. It's just a new feeling. Trust me, I'm enjoying being out with you." He said as he grabbed her hand again and squeezed it before letting go to continue eating.

"What, scared somebody's gonna take me from you?" Kristen teased, giving his knee a playful squeeze. "You don't have to worry about that, baby, I've only got eyes for you." She'd never seen Zacky like before after taking heroin, but then again, she hadn't even known he was using at all for that long. She just hoped he hadn't had too much. "So what do you wanna do after dinner?" Kristen asked, watching as the chef arrived and started preparing to make the meal.

---

"They already told me I have to stay the night," Matt said. He didn't like that he had to stay overnight. He wasn't the biggest fan of hospitals. "So yeah, if you don't mind going by the room. Just get me some clothes for tomorrow and my shaving stuff so I can do that in the morning before we leave." He looked over at Abigail. "And be careful, okay baby? I don't like you running around by yourself at night."

"I'll be fine, I promise. I'll see if I can stay with you tonight before I leave, I know how much you hate hospitals." she kissed him on the cheek before heading out. She stopped at the nurses desk and asked if she could, they said once he was admitted then she could. By the time she got back he should be in his room for the night.

Once she was back at the hotel she quickly grabbed clothes for her and Matt, along with his shower bag. She stuffed what she could in her purse before heading back to the hospital. On the way, she cursed herself for not doing a line before she left.

---

"You better. I swear, i will beat anyone who looks at you the wrong way." he smiled, placing a small kiss on her cheek.
"Uh, I don't know. If I'm still like this, I'm scared to go anywhere..." he mumbled. He was hoping after some off, it would get rid of this feeling. He watched with wide eyes as the chef prepared the meal, occasionally throwing a shrimp or a piece of chicken into someones mouth.

Once they had finished eating, the strange feeling slowly went away. "Thank god. Okay, I'm not so paranoid anymore. What do you want to do? Mini golf is still open." he said as they walked out of the restaurant.

Kristen smiled. "I'm down for mini-golf," she said. She knew the course was relatively close and it was nice outside, so she suggested to Zack that they walk. As they did, Kristen reached into her shoulder bag and pulled out her cigarettes. She lit one up and offered the pack to Zacky. "Want one?" she asked, stuffing her lighter back into her bag. Her high was wearing off and she knew she couldn't have anymore until they got back to the room. So for now she's have to settle for nicotine.

---

Abigail hadn't been gone for very long when a nurse arrived to take him to his room for the night. Honestly Matt was glad he was getting out of the ER because it was loud as hell and he was tired. Between the alcohol still in his system and the drugs they'd given him, he would be surprised if he was still awake when Abigail got back. Especially if she stayed at the hotel an extra few minutes to snort a line or two.

Before Abigail went up to Matt's room, she stopped at the bathroom. She was thankful it was a one person bathroom. She quickly dug out her coke and her dollar bill before forming a line on the sink. "Fuck." she said as the coke started absorbing water that was left on the lip of the sink. She decided to just lick it off, not wanting to waste it. She regreted that, as it left a nasty taste in her mouth.

On her way up to the room she stopped and got a soda, the water she drank from the sink didn't help get the taste out of her mouth. She walked into Matt's room, smiling as she saw him asleep. She put the stuff down and dug out her phone, pulling up a game to play.

---

Zacky took a cigarette from her pack, mumbling a thanks. He quickly lit it before taking her free hand in hers. Once they got to the mini-golf place, he paid for them and decided on the more difficult course.
"I'm saying this with confidence, you will probably beat me." he laughed as they headed towards the first hole.
Halfway through, he was right. She was beating him by 7, seeing as she got a few hole in ones.

"I think you're letting me win," Kristen accused teasingly. She knew the fact that Zacky had used more heroin than she had was contributing to his horrible mini-golf skills, but she still felt like he was leaning the game in her direction. "You know I don't like it when you do that, Zack." By the last hole, Zacky was only behind by four. "Why the hell did you pick the hardest course at the park?" Kristen asked, shooting her ball and missing by a long shot. She looked over at Zacky, grinning. "We're both still high as hell."

---

Matt stirred from his sleep when he heard the door opening and closing. He looked over and saw Abigail sitting in the chair near the window, playing a game on her phone. "Hey, when did you get back?" he asked, his voice thick with sleep. He shifting in the bed, accidentally leaning on his IV. "Dammit, I'm ready to get all these fucking wires out of me," he cursed. He looked at Abigail. "You wanna sleep in the bed with me tonight?" he asked.

Abigail locked her phone and looked at him. "Not long, maybe 5 minutes."
She stood and walked over to him and readjusted the wires, making room for her. She slipped off her shoes and climbed in with him.
"I'm not tired. Probably won't be for awhile." she snuggled into his chest, draping her arm across his stomach.

"How are you feeling?" she whispered, listening to his heartbeat and breathing. She was thankful he was going to be okay, at least for today. She knew he wouldn't stop drinking, but she thought maybe this scared him enough to slow down. But that was wishful thinking.

---

He laughed as she missed the last hole, "I thought it would be fun." he said as he took his turn, not doing any better than her. "Indeed we are. Which means we shall retire to our suite." he smiled at her.

The game ended with Kristen winning, which didn't surprise Zacky. He liked to let her win, and he was high which didn't help. They took a cab back to the hotel and immediately ordered ice cream. "What do you want?" he asked Kristen while still on the phone with room service.

"I don't want ice cream, I want cake," Kristen said. A big slice of chocolate cake sounded like heaven right now. She went over to her bag and pulled out an oversized T-shirt and a pair of sweatpants. Once she'd changed clothes, Kristen went over to the desk and pulled the heroin and supplies out of her shoulder bag. Shooting up was quickly becoming second nature to Kristen, and the sensation of the liquid heroin coursing through her veins was devastatingly familiar. She made herself nearly a whole syringe, tossing the used needle into the trash before closing her eyes with a happy sigh.

---

"That's okay, you can just lay with me while I sleep," Matt said, pulling Abigail close to him. "Honestly, I feel like I got hit by an eighteen-wheeler. I mean, they pumped my stomach, which isn't all that great to experience." Matt felt like he could sleep for days. He knew this was a sign that he should stop drinking, but he knew that wasn't going to happen. Drinking was his vice, one that was hard to escape. It was familiar and giving it up was scary.

Abigail cringed as she remembered seeing them pump his stomach. "I was standing outside of your room when they did it, talking to the Dr. It was very unpleasant to see." she shivered as she tried to shake the image from her head.
"Is there anything you want me to get you?" she said, leaning her head back to look up at him.

---

Zacky laughed and shook his head at her before placing her order. He went over to his bag after Kristen changed, and pulled out a pair of his sweatpants. He stripped down, tossing his dirty clothes in a pile before slipping on his sweats.
He noticed Kristen shooting up, and almost said something about how much she had. But didn't want an argument, seeing as the night went so well.

He laid down on the bed and turned on the tv before grabbing his phone. He didn't care much for what was on the tv, just using it as background noise. He pulled up a game on his phone and waited for his ice cream.

After a few minutes, Kristen got up and went over to the bed with Zacky. She cuddled up next to him, tracing random shapes on his chest with her index finger. "I love you so much, Zack," she whispered. She knew she couldn't get too comfortable, otherwise the new surge of heroin coursing through her system would make her sleepy. "I had a good time tonight. I wish we could do it more often."

---

"It wasn't very pleasant to experience, either," Matt said, chuckling. He'd been a little upset when Abigail hadn't been there while he was having his stomach pumped, but now he understood why she wouldn't want to see it. "No, I think I'm good for now," Matt said when she asked if he wanted anything. "Thanks for asking though, baby."