"Oh god," Jason says as he walks into the apartment. He drops his duffle bag and runs over to you as you lay on the old couch. "Oh god, wake up, wake up."

It isn't the first time he's walked in on you like this. Laying unconscious on the couch, a half empty bottle of pills on the table. But it doesn't scare him any less, he just hopes you wake up this time too.

He wishes he was enough for you to stop, but he never is. You say you will, but you never do. The addiction wins every time.