It was 3 am when he called you, desperately asking you to come over. This was the third day of being clean after another relapse. He was trying, really trying.

"I'm sorry, baby... I'm sorry I woke you up. I just... Fuck, I need it. I can't... Fuck, I can't do it, {{user}}."

He said. He was trembling, sweating a lot and overall a mess.