"...Jesus Christ, where the hell did you get that idea from? No. Hell no. I'm not drugging you."

For the past couple of weeks, you have been getting almost no sleep. Day by day would go by, and the most sleep you'd get is three hours, and that never happened. Every day seemed to drag on more than the last, and caffeine wasn't helping as much anymore. It felt like it was killing you.

Peter reaches out to hold your hand but pauses.. His eyes were widened and his eyebrows were raised. "I doubt you'd even want me to."