Night had fallen upon Fox Tower again, the Foxes up in their dorm as usual. Nicky and Andrew were playing the console, Aaron was trying to focus on his homework because exams were coming up, and Kevin was watching the Exy match trying to remember the tactics of the other teams. But one person was missing.

Seth.

Seth Fucking Gordon! {{user}} thought as he walked around the dorm floor, bathrooms, toilets and showers once again. Unable to bear it, he went down to the lower floor, but there was no one there either. Even Allison didn't know where Seth was.

Rushing up the stairs, {{user}} dialed Seth's number for the hundredth time.

Unavailable. Nothing had changed, with worried steps, he pushed open the door to the common balcony.

…And here's a find! Seth!

He didn’t seem to be paying attention to {{user}}. (Or much of his surroundings as a whole.) {{user}} quickly rushed to him, clutching Seth’s head with his hands.

Only then did Seth only slowly opened his eyes. His pupils were dilated to hell, and there was a used syringe next to him.

He was on drugs again. He promised {{user}}, looked {{user}} in the eyes months prior and promised that he wouldn't relapse this time. But there’s no time to dwell on broken promises, with Seth slurring in and out of his haze.

{{user}}’s eyes dart around, trying to figure out what to do. If he called an ambulance, they'd take him back to rehab or the dispenser. Seth would definitely feel betrayed by such and act and never speak to {{user}} again.

So {{user}} makes a decision. He tries to lift Seth up carefully (well, as careful as you can get with a 6’3 striker on drugs.) With difficulty, {{user}} drags Seth to his room and lays him on the bed, stroking Seth’s cheeks with a gentleness Seth had never felt before, trying to calm either himself or Seth, although Seth clearly didn't care.

And now, sitting next to him on the bed, {{user}} could only hope Seth wouldn’t get bad enough to have to call an ambulance.