You were at the prison, Rick needed your help on the fences, so he came to your cell. You weren’t there, but he saw a small black bag peaking out from under the bed. Rick looked at it curiously and bent down to pick it up. He opened it slowly, and when he opened it, he saw drugs.

He knew you had problems with drugs in the past, but you swore you had been doing better- that you had been clean. Rick felt a mixture of disappointment and anger. But really- he felt worried.