Anonymous Thu 25 Jul 2024 23:45:35 No.67707639 Report

>>67707539
E4 Reed going to Rehab for Nona's (and their baby's) sake

Anonymous Fri 26 Jul 2024 00:36:26 No.67709030 Report

>>67707639

>I look down at my hands, wringing and slightly shaky. Been a few days since the last carfe hit. A few since the bombshell got dropped on me as well. On us. The second little pink line still flares up when I close my eyes.
>I check my phone's time. 7:57. A few more minutes before I can step in and...admit myself. I swallow. Hate that phrase. It's accepting your own weakness. I shake my head.
>At least my parents offered to keep Nona afloat while I do this. I don't know what the hell we'd do otherwise. With me out of the selling game and Nona's own little secretarial job we'd barely be making ends meet, if that.
>Not to mention she'd be on leave in a few months. My stomach turns knots again as I check. 7:59
>My foot taps without my input. I knew this was going to be rough but to think I'm already this strung is not a good sign. Hope this won't take more than the couple months the promised. I check again and it's go time.
>I rise and stretch, the little bench I'd been waiting on. I stride up into the place. Swanky. Another benefit my folks have sent forth. I'll take anything I can get. If not for me, then for her.
>I step into the place, passed small gardens and into a lavish lobby. A nurse sits behind a counter, a front desk. Last chance to run.
>I force my legs forth and greet the receptionist.
>She's blonde, some sort of whale-girl.
>"Hello." her voice is gentle.
>"I uh, I'm here to... My name's Reed?" I scratch my head, struggling to admit out loud.
>She merely glances down at a clipboard.
>"Ah. Yes thank you for showing up. Follow me please." I'm gestured to follow along as she stands and moves back, through a door not far away. Solid and oak, stained dark brown.
>The place quickly goes from luxury hotel to hospital. Walls now white and sterile as I'm led back. I feel a hot-flash.
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Anonymous Fri 26 Jul 2024 00:46:11 No.67709270 Report

Quoted By: >>67709435

>>67709030
>I'm taken into a small room, not to dissimilar from one you'd find in a hospital as a second dino joins my guide. He's wearing a doctor's coat, graying hair, short with a well trimmed beard to match. Stego, I think. Missing some spines, though.
>"Good morning. I'm Dr. Burne." He's handed a clipboard and quickly glances through.
>"How long has it been since you've taken carfe." My scales crawl.
>"About three days." I struggle to not scratch and have to avert my gaze.
>"Good start. Anything else you used before or after?"
>I cringe and have to force the words out.
>"...a bit of coke. It's been over a month." the shameful memory of Nona having to stand over me as I barely functioned plays on repeat as I hear some pen scratchings.
>"Alright. Please follow me." he opens the door and steps out. I quickly shove off the chair and do as instructed. To my horror we move deeper into the facility.
>Another room, this one a bed with straps. And guards. I find my hand tapping on my leg.
>"We're going to work on detox. Please take a seat." I'm pointed at the bed. A tensing of two burly looking men, matching black uniforms sends a clear message this is not optional.
>I comply and sit right in, laying back. Burne swings in and adjust it so I'm in an upright position. He does the usual checkup things first.
>Eyes, reflexes, breathing. All routine. But then comes the straps.
>"We're going to administer some medicine that'll roughly pull anything in your system out. Now, Reed." he levels his face with me.
>"You're telling the truth? Nothing in three days?" I nod along, my vision narrowing as panic of the incoming torture sets in.
>"Good. This'll be easy."
>I'm set up with an IV, and a small amount of something is placed into the drip. I feel it creep into my veins. I brace and prepare for a violent and awful experience. It's calmer than I'd asked. The nausea still completely debilitating.
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Anonymous Fri 26 Jul 2024 00:52:51 No.67709435 Report

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>>67709270
>Strangely I find myself unstrapped almost instantly. I blink and swerve as I'm braced.
>"You're doing well. Come on." I'm led on as my head swirls. I feel just about ready to faint.
>In a blur I'm stripped, changed and sent into a small room. Safety everything. I struggle to hold onto reality.
>I'm sat down and find it much easier to focus. A small cup and a few pills are offered. I glance up to see a different nurse this time. Black hair in a ponytail. Atrociraptor?
>I don't hesitate and take them as she speaks.
>"These help a bit as you ease into everything. Press this-" she holds up a small remote, big red panic button center and obvious "-if you need anything. Try to get some rest, hun."
>And I'm left alone. I stare at the door a moment. It can't be this easy. I start to try to stand but my legs remind me who's in charge. I flop back and stare up, my vision still a bit whirled.
>I shut my eyes and focus. I've heard stories. This is just the start. It's gonna get hard, quick. I take a gulp of air as my nerves settle, the pills doing whatever their job is quickly.
>I pull an arm up to my forehead and make a promise to myself. I'll be out of here before the kid arrives. Come hell or high water I'm going to see the tyke enter into the world. I gently shut my eyes and focus on the image of Nona's smiling face, tears at the edges of her eyes as we look down at the little device. I'm not just here for myself anymore.

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>>67707563
Next, food break first.