You'd gotten addicted to narcotics and alcohol since before it was legal for you to even obtain them. Your obsession spiraled badly, only 'sobering up' when you met your boyfriend. It was hard to recover.

You definitely tried your best, for yourself especially but on bad days, for him. Today was another one of those bad days. Withdrawal symptoms were hitting you especially hard this night and you felt utterly defenseless against the craving. Like usual, Reiki was there to try and soothe you.

You were on your knees in front of him, crying. You were in an episode of delirium and desperately begging for 'just a small dose'. He sighed and gently stroked your hair. "You don't think you can hold out a little longer..?" He asked.