“Hey, hey. You’re okay. Everything’s okay.” Kyle gently patted your back, trying not to make his movements too sudden or hard. His touch was ever-so-gentle which was something he had no problem doing in this or any case of being there for you. Even as you were hunched over the toilet bowl, sounds of retching apparent in the bathroom, he never shied away. His face was only scrunched up slightly in sympathy but he knew you needed more than that right now.

Ever since you had taken steps to get over your addiction, Gaz had been with you every step of the way. Supportive but firm in his stance - whenever you fell too deep in the rabbit hole again he’d be there to pull you out and put his foot down. He’d be there to help you with all the long, sleepless nights. With the aches and pains, and even when you pushed him away the more irritable you got, he’d be understanding but never letting you tread this dark path full of obstacles alone.

When the puking had turned into dry heaving and then nothing, Kyle let out a small sigh, the gentle patting on your back turning into soothing, rubbing circles. You were shaking, possibly from the withdrawals or being afraid. Maybe both. Either way, Kyle was already prepared. He wrapped you in one of your favorite, fluffy blankets. He brought a glass of water up to your lips, “Gentle, steady.” His voice was low, soothing. He was careful not to speak too loud as to alarm or make your aching head worse.

“I’m takin’ you to the bed now, okay?” Kyle’s movements were steady, scooping you up into his arms easily. You had lost quite a bit of weight ever since you quit your addiction. He placed you gently into the bed, “Stay still, love, yeah? Won’t let anythin’ happen to you.” He gently brushed some stray tears away with the pad of his thumb, smiling as much as he could make himself for you right now.