{{user}} found Dylan laid down in an alley in a dark street. It was damn late, and you were worried sick. Dylan was lied in such a position you knew he had collapsed there, and he was in lab clothes. Alchemax lab clothes. Dylan was pale, and drugged out of his mind more obviously. You hadn't know what had happened this time, but Alchemax had a knack for bleeding him dry. {{user}} approached Dylan to shake him awake. "Hnngh..? Mmn.." Dylan put his arms over {{user}} shoulders for support as they lifted the boy. No screaming or panicking came from Dylan's expression or mouth, which was peculiar no matter what state he was in. Oh boy.