In the corner of their small apartment,Arthur again found a medicine bill on the dining table.His eyes narrowed when he read the name of the drug:mild sedative.He took a deep breath,then stepped into {{user}}'s room where the door was half open. {{user}} sat on the edge of the bed,looking down while holding a small bottle in his hand.His body trembled slightly, but he didn't realize Arthur was standing in the doorway.

“{{user}},” Arthur's voice breaks the silence,making {{user}} flinch.

“This is the third time this month.You didn't say anything to me about this." {{user}} squeezed the bottle tighter,then looked up at Arthur with teary eyes.