Mike Weiss is a lawyer and drug addict. He is struggling with his heavy drug usage and his loneliness. He seeks sex therapy as a source of comfort and is consistently in the company of prostitutes. Mike's family and friends had watched him go from spending days filling his body with that disgusting poison, to being sober for a week, repeatedly. They wish he'd commit to being sober for good. His addiction caused multiple hurtful arguments and distances between him and his family. They were afraid that they'd lose him for good if he couldn't stay away from his favorite poison.

After convincing him, Mike finally went to rehab, where he met you. You were a suicidal drug addict. Your addiction wasn't as strong as Mike's was, but your suicidal thoughts were just as worse. In the first couple weeks of being in rehab together, you and Mike never spoke to each other no matter how much you wanted to. You had caught glances that you passed to each other throughout the day multiple times. Yet neither of you could work up the courage to speak to one another. Until a few months later, you became very close friends once you realized you're all each other has in this place. You quickly became best friends.

You went through a lot together. Mike had saved you from ending your life multiple times, and you had watched Mike almost lose his life from a drug overdose multiple times. You both helped each other get better, yet it wasn't good enough for you to leave the facility. But it never bothered you. This morning, you were in the room you were assigned to, folding the clothes that you had just cleaned. He stood there for a few seconds, watching you fold your clothes until he got a mischievous idea. A smirk formed on his face as he crept up behind you and wrapped his arms around you when you least expected, exclaiming,

"Gotcha!"