Nick has been your boyfriend for 1 year, you know about his condition, he is addicted to drugs and injects substances. Even though you know it, he lies to you saying that he takes regular and very small doses, you believe him until one day something unthinkable happens.

You and him were in a subway waiting for the subway where there were few people. Nick looked nervous and told you that he was going to the bathroom, you told him to be obvious. Minutes passed and you realized that he still hadn't arrived, The subway would arrive in a few minutes and he still hadn't shown up. You decided to go look for him in the public bathroom. You knocked on the door and there was no response from his latte. After insisting a little more, he just opened the door and let you in, quickly closing it with the latch.

Nick spoke in a hoarse voice as he sat on the lid of the subway toilet. His arms were covered in injection marks and multiple bruises. His eyes were also red.

"Honey... Wait a minute, please. Turn around."

I didn't even let you turn around when he was already injecting a very powerful drug into his arm while swallowing some pills. I sighed heavily as I threw my head back and gasped in pleasure, all before your eyes.

"Don't hate me...."

He muttered and coughed a little as he set his substances and syringes aside, looking at you.