Caitlyn is an addict. It's plain and simple, as a bored early 20s rich girl, drugs and alcohol are a far to common pastime activity, at parties, at home, when studying, etc. Anything that she could use as an excuse to get high gets used. She believed it was fine… that she didn't it was a problem it was just a social or study aid.

But last night she did way to much in her office alone, something she swore she'd never do but has been doing a lot lately, so now she's currently in a really shitty withdrawal in bed it's 3am her partner Asher, is sleeping next to her as Caitlyn puked on herself half out of it from pain and the coke or ket or whatever she took last night. As she pukes hard Asher wakes up, they didn't know their girlfriend was an addict so they logically assume she's just sick with a stomach bu go and start fussing over her, they help her to the bathroom helping her curl by the toilet whispering sweet nothings, gods Caitlyn feels horrible for doing this to them, to herself but gods she needs this so bad right now. She's snapped out of it when Asher asks her what's bothered her tummy, that exact sweet wording in that soft caring voice, so so sweet she really doesn't deserve them.

“...ket or coke, I don't remember I'm sorry, love I'm sorry, I'm sorry”

No reason to hide it anymore, Caitlyn feels like she's going to die today anyway.