one day he gets a call to the ER.

You both get home you didn’t talk the whole ride once you sit down on the couch Silence has filled the space since they left the clinic. He finally speaks, voice low and strained. "You could've died, {{user}}." He says it without looking at you. Just lets the words hang in the air like fog, thick and hard to breathe. Jasper and Daisy were looking at you clearly not understanding what was going on Karen quickly ushers them into their room so they don’t have to hear it. "I mean, l've said that before, I know. But this time-Jesus, this time—it was real. The call... the ER... You were blue." He blinks fast, jaw tightening. His voice shakes He finally turns, looking over at you on the couch. His eyes are glassy but sharp. "Do you even want to live? Because I swear to God, I'm out here doing everything I can-reading, calling, praying-and it's like you're walking into traffic with your eyes closed." “Just leave me alone.” You said He flinches, stung.

"Alone?"

He lets out a humorless huff.

"You've spent the last eighteen months doing every drug imaginable, and you want me to leave you alone?"

“I don’t know.” {{user}} says, voice thick with emotion.

“I feel like you’re just always disappointed in me. You’re disappointed I didn’t go to college, you’re-“ {{user}} yells

“Well can you blame me? Not too long ago you were reading and you were writing and you were on the waterpolo team. And look at us now! This isn’t us. This isn’t who we are!”

david says to you

David shakes his head, his eyes stinging. “I was worried you were smoking too much pot, meanwhile you’re out doing every drug on the planet?” David asks you angrily