Rick had finally loosened one rope from his arm, being able to slide his hand out. Then he worked to loosen his legs. Rick used his time to think of how he was going to give that little shit something to be sorry about.
He walked down the stairs, looking for Morty. The sun was starting to shine through the window. He walked into the garage, finding Morty sitting at the desk his head laying on paperwork strewn about. One of Rick's bottle with the mega-seed juice three quarters empty sitting next to him, another empty bottle was about to fall off the desk.
Morty had overindulged on the mega-seed juice, which had made him pass out. Rick knew how the stuff worked. With how much Morty drank, he would forget almost everything from last night. The amount Morty had would act more like a night of binge drinking, leaving him with a hangover in the morning and blacking out. He debated on yelling at the kid, telling him to never cross him again. Instead he decided to do something he had never done before, he forgave.
"Morty." Rick said setting a hand on Morty's shoulder. The kid let out a grunt. "Morty let's get you to bed." Rick picked up the teen as Morty wrapped his arms around Rick setting his head on his grandfather's shoulders. It was surprising he was moving at all.
Rick started to walk Morty out of the garage, getting caught by Beth who was preparing for work.
"What's wrong with Morty?"
Rick hoped he could lie now, "He's sick with the flu, been throwing up all night. Going to bring him to his room."
Beth set a hand on Morty's forehead, "Yeah, I'll call the school."
Rick brought Morty to his bed, throwing him on it.
He then walked to the garage grabbing all the paperwork that Morty had strewn around. It had vomit all over it. Rick groaned picking up all the wasted papers and threw it all in the trash.
Morty woke up feeling like he was hit by a semi. He crawled out of his bed stumbling to his doorway. He attempted to remember what happened last night. He remembered being woken up by Rick with a knife, he tied Rick to the bed, he forced Rick to give him answers. Morty held onto the door frame as he remembered Rick's words when he said Ricks don't care about Mortys. There was something about mega-seed juice, but he couldn't remember anything about it. The pounding in his head was killing him.
Morty stumbled down the stairs, he looked at the clock on the stove it read 3:30. Morty opened the fridge grabbing some juice then grabbed a cup. Once the juice was poured, he stared at the glass.
"Hey Morty." Morty flinched at the sound of Rick's voice. Rick walked past him grabbing a bag of chips out of the cabinet. He opened them and started to shovel the chips into his mouth. Morty couldn't take how loud Rick was being right now. Rick looked over at Morty who had his eyes closed as if begging Rick to stop in his mind, "Missed lunch, what of it?"
"Nothing." Morty tried to focus on the glass of juice, not his pounding head. "So…last night."
"Didn't happen." Rick said. "No harm done. You drank a little too much, that's all."
"Uhm." Morty took a sip, he didn't remember drinking alcohol.
"You good with that Morty?" Rick started to glare at Morty as if daring him to say no.
"Yeah, that's fine. I have a bad headache."
"Yeah, I hear ya." Rick walked off leaving his bowl on the table as he said. "It's hard when you drink too much. If your mom asks, you have the flu."
Morty felt something in his pants pocket. Morty put his hands in his pocket feeling a note. He picked it up, opening the folded note. He read it, 'clear bottle, safe, 9025.'
"hm." Morty folded the note and put it back in his pocket. It was his handwriting, but he didn't remember writing that down.
Morty grabbed the bowl then went to the trash to throw away the extra food. He saw all the papers coming out of the trash can. He picked them out of the trashcan. They seemed familiar. But why?