A/N: This was prompted by the gorgeous stellxh on Tumblr!

Prompt: "April and Andy share an edible and one of them has a bad trip."

Enjoy! Obvious warning for some casual pot fun, but it's 2019 so who cares?

Andy knew something wasn't quite right the moment he took a bite of an extra special brownie Derek supplied April with for her twenty-fourth birthday.

Normally, they would share a batch with each other. It took forever to get through them at any reasonable rate, but since April was given only one along with a candle that proudly proclaimed an age wrong by an entire digit for her it meant they would have to actually share this one. Andy got a slightly larger chunk than her, as usual.

In the living room on a boring Sunday night, they decided to finally enjoy her gift. Since it was the sole piece she wanted it to be special, or something. April took her time with little nibbles and slowly Andy watched her reach that cool, calm state she always did. They didn't get high all the time or anything but he was used to this drastic turn in mood when they did.

He wasn't thinking and practically vacuumed the whole thing up in one bite.

It didn't hit until much later and Andy lost track of time. By then, April was drifting off and every few minutes he heard light snoring from where she was nuzzled into his shoulder. Suddenly, his face felt clammy and every bit of his body burned up around him. He could almost throw up and felt the urge to sit up. The motion woke April, who yelped at the abrupt change in comfort.

"What's up?" she asked, looking around with half-closed eyes. She yawned into the back of her hand and Andy's breaths grew heavier in every single moment that the yawn lasted. It felt like an eternity. "You okay babe?"

"I... was something weird about that brownie or was it just me?" he asked, trying to figure out every single syllable like they lasted on his tongue for too long.

"Yeah," she said and sat up with help from a pump of her arms. It launched her to roughly eye level with Andy, who felt like he was sinking into the couch and his face grew numb.

"Yeah?" he asked.

"Uh huh," she leaned close and cupped her hand around his ear. She whispered to the rapt Andy, "It was weed."

Andy sighed in relief. "Oh thank God."

"Seriously, you don't look so good..." she felt his forehead with the back of her hand. As soon as she touched him she withdrew it and shook it like it had touched something gross and not in a fun way. "Ew, you are so sweaty. Are you okay?"

"Oh my God, I'm dying," Andy fell backward into the couch and thought about what life would be like for April once he was dead. "You're gonna have to buy a funeral guy and make him bury me in the backyard. They'll never know about it and you'll get away with it."

April loomed over him, staring into his face. He had to close his eyes then because the first thought that came to mind was, Oh I'm about to throw up.

"What the hell are you talking about?" she finally asked him.

"When I die from the bad pot brownie everyone will think you killed me? Do you think about killing me? Do I need to worry about people killing me?" Andy could feel every hair on his body stand to attention. He wanted to jump out of the couch's loving grip and run away from his wife for a moment. "Will the funeral guy bury me in the backyard?"

"Why are you...? Andy, I'm not going to kill you, okay?" April chuckled and Andy wondered if it was all a joke. His skin crawled in anticipation for something to happen, whether it be with one of their knives or an Xbox controller or even one of Champion's bones. "Why would you even think that? What's wrong with you?"

"I don't know, everything's weird," he opened his eyes to see April's face inches from his and shrieked a high-pitched yell. She shot back and gave him the strangest look. "Oh... I thought that was it for me. I could see my whole life flashing before my eyes."

"Andy-"

"Is this forever?"

"What is wrong with you?" she asked again.

"It was something in the brownie but you said it was weed and now my body feels like death and I want to keep sitting down and not die," Andy repeated every word that popped into his head in the right order and hoped they came out right. It was hard to focus when your death was impending. Any moment now. "You said it was the weed, but maybe it was the weed?"

"I think it's just, like, oil-"

"No, but it was in the brownie!" Andy sat up and stared her down.

"Oh, babe," April said as she sat down next to him. She wrapped one arm around him and hugged him tight. "I know what this is."

"You do?" he asked in his calmest voice possible that still trembled throughout its long, long, long journey out to the audible world.

"Yeah, you're having a shitty trip," she almost cooed the damn word and kissed him softly on the cheek. She made a perturbed face and then sighed. "You taste like gross sweat, too."

"How do I stop it?" he needed to know. Now.

"I can't stop it," she said with a laugh. "Just take a breath and try to relax..."

Andy felt the weight of the world on his shoulders as he formulated the next question. He turned to April who met his gaze with a steeled expression and almost losing himself in those beautiful browns, he asked with a heavy heart, "Will it ever end?"

At that? April only smiled and let out that laugh that caught him in a trance for a moment. It took another minute before he realized she was speaking again.

"Yeah, babe. It'll end. I've got an idea to make it stop faster," she stood up and Andy wondered at the loss of comforting contact. When she left for the kitchen he only grew more confused and, returning with a can of soda in one hand and a stack of cookies in the other. "Drink this and eat these."

Andy stared at the cookies, unsure whether to trust them or not. "Are they...?"

"No, they're the crappy cheap cookies we got last week," she interrupted. At that knowing denial, Andy's stomach suddenly yearned for these shitty store-bought chocolate chip cookies and they had never tasted better than with the cola she cracked open for him. "Just... take a breath."

She said as he coughed, a bite of cookie and gulp of soda mixing together in a painful single moment. When he stopped, April was shaking her head and burying herself in his side once more. She sighed, matching his from before, and snuggled close to him. At least ten more minutes passed after Andy finished his sugary meal before either of them spoke.

"Better?" she whispered as Andy could start to feel normal breathing without having to count every breath or wish death upon himself.

"Absolutely babe, you are so awesome at this," he kissed the top of her head and he could feel her smile against his shoulder. "I love you so much."

"I love you too," she echoed and looked up at him. Her little hint of a smile was all he needed to see to reaffirm that awesome comfort.