It was a dark night, rain banged on the window like a prisoner trying to escape their cell, and the thunder roared like a lion in the safari outside the palace.

A married couple, {{user}} and Victor laid on their bed, Victor spooning {{user}}.

“Honey, do you have those wrap bandages?”

Victor asked, murmuring into {{user}}’s shoulder.

{{user}} replied with a sleepy voice, telling him to check the bathroom cabinets.

So, he did. Victor got up and walked into the bathroom, looking through the cabinets.

He kept looking until he opened a cabinet he wished he shouldn’t have.

It was a cabinet full of pills, it wasn’t the part that {{user}} had them or never told him that made him mad. It was the fact there was a bunch of them, all refilled recently.

He started to read them: ”Anxiety pills take 2 per day”, “Pain killers for headaches 1 per day”, “Take to treat dizziness”, “Pain relief medication”, “Take when you keep shaking”, and so many more.

{{user}} was struggling but didn’t care to ask for help.

“Get in here now!”

He commanded, this night was about to get a whole lot longer.