Adam rested his throbbing head against the hard wall of the emergency room. He could hear his heart pulsating in his brain. And it was making him quite sick. He dug his nails deeper into the flesh of his wrist, he felt the skin break and it felt good- the warm blood seeping under his manicured nails... It took his mind off the pain of his body shutting down on him. Everything inside him felt like it was being set on fire; he would swear that you could feel his heart beat through his chest...he just needed one hit...one more and that would be the end…no more...fuck, Tommy for not letting him shoot up...he was pissed..

"Fuck, Tommy. Get me out of this shit hole!" Adam barked, knocking the clipboard out his Tommy's hands where it fell to the floor with a loud clank; feeling a surge of adrenaline course through his veins. Adam attempted to stand up, but gravity was not kind to him and he collapsed back down-missing half the chair causing Tommy to quickly grab him before he hit the cold hard floor. People were starting to stare. Ignoring their own problems and focusing on the troubled man barking at the smaller man. Some whispered- they knew who he was. And some just shared curious looks. Nosy civilians...

"Adam. Calm. Down." Tommy attempted to sit Adam back in his seat, leaving the forgotten clipboard on the floor. "You just overdosed on heroine. You need to calm down!"

Adam pushed Tommy's hands away in attempt to stand back up, but felt a wave of ice sweep through him and the last thing he remembered was hitting the hard floor- a sickening crack- and the wail of his Glitterbaby's voice calling his name...

Tommy couldn't believe Adams sudden outburst. He was only trying to get what needed to be done so his baby could get the help he so desperately needed, faster. He didn't understand why Adam was so angry all of a sudden...was that a side effect of heroine? Hell, Tommy didn't know anything about drugs. Sure, he smoked a joint with friends every now and again- but he never shot up or snorted crack like his poor boyfriend allegedly did...he didn't know what the fuck was supposed to happen…

Now he was watching as 2 male MT's lift his Adam onto a cot, holding a cloth to his bleeding head...the sound of bone cracking open against cold hard tile made Tommy gag just re-thinking about it.

Adam hit his head just right when he fell to the floor...and Tommy felt like shit for not catching him in time...he really hoped the new injury didn't affect the already existing antics being performed onto his deteriorating system. He doesn't think his Babyboy could handle anymore trauma...

"Are you responsible for this young man?" he was asked after about 10 long, lonely minutes, by a man in a long white overcoat-clutching a green clipboard and wearing a stethoscope- he was clearly the doctor. Tommy eyed him up from his balding head...down to his New Balance feet...looked about 50-ish...noticed he was married...has the clear evidence of a 5'o clock shadow…(it was close to 1am)...Tommy mentally qualified the man to take care of the love of his life.

"Y-yes, sir...is he gonna be alright?" such a cliché question, he knows, but it's all he can manage to ask at this moment. Tommy's head full to its limit with stress and sleep-deprivation. But he couldn't think about sleep right now, he had to focus on the well-being of his boyfriend.

"Well, we're detoxifying his system right now...and I have a nurse stitching up the wound on his head...we will defiantly need to keep him here overnight...and possibly through the rest of the weekend…" explained the doctor. Tommy's impression of the man drastically changed when the voice of the doctor lacks any form of sympathy or support or even perseverance. Just empty words...this was his fucking boyfriend he was talking about! How the hell could he seem so melancholy about the whole situation? Fuck, he really hated doctors.

"So when can I see him, doctor?" asked Tommy, playing with a loose string on his jacket. When did he put on a jacket? Everything happened in such a blur Tommy hardly remembered anything prior to entering the ER.

"You are welcome to see him now, if you'd like. But he needs his rest, so no longer than 15 minutes. Understand?" sternly clarifies the doctor. Tommy nodded in compliance and before the doc could squeeze another word out Tommy rushed down the trail he watched the MT's wheel Adam off to. He was there in a matter of seconds.

Being apart from Adam was driving him insane...God, how could he ever imagine life without him? Tommy shook his head at the thought. He almost lost Adam once. No way in hell would he allow it to happen again…

No matter how much blood, sweat, or tears Tommy would have to withstand for his baby- he would. He would not quit or give up until his baby was better and cleaned up.

Adam had always been perfect in Tommy's eyes...but now he was some sort of awful monster...and Tommy would slay this monster before it devoured anymore of Adams soul...

He would not stop till he had his Babyboy back.