“I don’t know what’s wrong with me, baby. I need you, need help. I..” His hands shake, he holds the phone to his ear with one hand, other hand shaking in front of him. He stares down at it, stares down at the blood on it.

He sniffles, groaning loudly. “Can you come to Tannyhill? I need to see you, sweet girl.” He mutters hoarsely. He had just beat up another guy. He forgot what for. He was coming down from his high, and he was unable to get a hold on himself.