“I know right. It’s like i’m a magician.” He mumbles, flinching slightly as a particularly large piece was taken from his foot. “Fuckkk.” He groans. “I just don’t want you to do heroin? Is that too much to ask?”He says softly, putting his arms behind his head.
“I have been trying hard to keep from doing heroin recently,” she sighed, removing a few more shards of the syringe in his skin. She wrapped a hand towel around the wound on his foot. “I was about to kiss you but then I noticed the blood. Which is why I got distracted,” Bora said, shrugging. She figured it was a good reason to turn her attention to the blood on his foot.











