My second story! The first is still in progress, but I just couldn't resist writing another one about Greg! Well, this story is going to have a high rating because I want to be safe and the subject matter may be upsetting to some readers. So please enjoy and please spend a minute to write a review of what you think! :)
Time.
Three. That's how many times he had seen Greg take the pill bottle out of his pocket, then pour two out and swallow them dry. Nick couldn't believe his eyes. They'd been at work for about six hours and he'd already popped six pills down his throat! Nick thought back to earlier when he'd been working with Greg...
They'd just arrived at the crime scene and Greg looked rough. He looked like he was hungover if Nick was honest, but he asked Greg about his looks and he simply stated he had a late night. After that they got to work and as they were working, Nick saw Greg glance over his shoulder quickly and shove something in his mouth before anyone could see. So Greg thought. But Nick saw him place the orange bottle of pills in his pocket and couldn't help but wonder what they were. He didn't think they were illegal or anything, he actually thought they were paracetamol. But why would Greg try to hide the fact that he was taking them, Nick wondered. He made a mental note to ask Greg about them later.
Once they had collected evidence and finished at the scene they climbed into the truck and headed back to the lab. "You got a headache?" Nick asked casually. Greg just looked at him for a moment with a confused look on his face then said, "No, why?" Nick, who was driving just glanced his way and said, "I saw you doping up back at the scene. So what's up?" After he said that he'd seen him take the pills, Nick thought he saw a small look of panic cross Greg's face, but as soon as it came it went, so Nick ignored it and waited for his answer. "Oh right! Yeh, I did something to my arm the other day, think I might of pulled something or someting like that anyway" Greg laughed, "It's nothing". "Huh. You been to a Doctor about it?" Nick pondered. Greg just pulled a face and waved his hand a little, "Like I said, it's nothing. There's no need for someone else to tell me that, it'd just be a waste of time." "Okay then. Just don't do anything to make it worse, okay?" Nick told him seriously. "Yeh, i'll just leave all the hard work for you then" Greg said with a little smirk on his face. "Haha, you do that anyway, you don't need an excuse" Nick replied with a smile on his face. They got out the truck and into the lab.
When Greg had broke off from Nick at the lab, he felt like crying. He needed to tell someone what was going on, but who? Nick had been concerned about his 'injured arm', so what would he be like when he told him what really was going on? Greg decided to give it time before he made his decision to tell anyone or not and went back to work, acting as if everything was normal, but he knew it was far from it.
First chapter complete! So what did you think? And what do you think's really wrong with Greg? Please review and come back to see what happens next!