“Do you think anybody will miss me?” Oliver to Clae
“Well, I’d miss you, and I think my opinion is pretty important,” said Clae as she led Oliver up the steps to his apartment. “But you’re not going anywhere; this isn’t an overdose. I’d know.”
Not that she’d ever seen anybody overdose before, unless you counted the time she’d poisoned a schoolmate for making fun of ‘that weird fetish chick your father used to date’.
But when you grew up finding your mother’s empty bottles of opium cough syrup in random places throughout the house, you learned to read up on the symptoms, just in case you ever had to save her life one day.
She got them past the lock with a simple spell and laid him down on the living room sofa, on his side, to keep his airways clear.
She disappeared into the kitchen, returning a few minutes later with a hot bowl of soup. She set it on the end table and said, “You need to hydrate, and you’re freezing cold.” She sat down next to him and for a few minutes, she just stroked his hair and tried to reassure him that everything was going to be alright. Then, she asked softly, “What all did you take?”
She had an idea her mother had offered him some dope out of her personal stash, but Clae needed to know if there was anything else.