One of the hardest things to get used to while in the zones was not taking the pills you've been fed to you since you were a child. You had become so dependent and used to taking them that is felt so weird not taking them. It was even harder when they made you feel so safe and numb, just what you needed after spending hours of fighting dracs and being worried if the food you got from your last raid would be enough for everyone without anyone needing to skip meals.

You had an especially hard time getting clean off of the pills. Often times, during Battery City raids, you'd slip some bottles of the meds you used to be prescribed into your pocket. It started as a little thing you'd take after a specifically gory and brutal fight, just to calm down. Then it was every time you had a less than ideal but certainly not traumatizing day. Then you completely relapsed, you starting taking it everyday, slowly reverting back to your old, emotionless self. Now you were bent over the commode, vomiting the contents up as Party Poison held your hair back and rubbed your back as a means of comforting you (even though they were the one that made you throw it up in the first place). They were silent the whole time except for brief words of encouragement like "you're doing good" and "you're almost done, just a little more". After a moment of silence when they decided that you had thrown up enough, they spoke. "I'm not mad at you, and I'm not disappointed. I just wished you'd tell me if you felt like relapsing instead of doing it behind my back. You're young, so I understand how hard it is, but you can't keep doing this..."