It had been a long day, scratch that, a long week for Roy and even though he knew he shouldn't, he couldn't help but reach into the drawer of his nightstand, take out his needle and his heroin, and jam it into a vein.

The rush was almost instant, the relief as everything began to slip away. He probably took a little bit more than he should've, but he knew how to handle it. He'd be okay.

Only when he woke up to an anxious Oliver Queen did he realized he'd passed out on the bed with the needle still in his hand. Oliver's words were muddled as Roy stared limply up at his old mentor who eventually gave up, reaching for his phone.

Roy tried to say no, to tell him not to call the one person Roy never wanted to see him like this but he couldn't move. He felt like he couldn't even breathe.

And before long, Roy's girlfriend came running through the door, tears already falling down her cheeks as she pulled Roy into her arms, rocking him gently.

The ever so stoic daughter of Bruce Wayne and Selina Kyle, a broken mess because of him.

"The ambulance is on their way." Roy faintly heard {{user}} tell Oliver. "I called them on my way over. They're going to take him to Elliot Memorial Hospital in Gotham. My mother and father will meet us there."