Shawn almost made it to his car when Owen Hart came running after him. He just couldn't escape this fucking party.
"I just wanted to make sure you were okay. That was fucked up, man, you're definitely clean." He studied Shawn's face and saw the clearness of his eyes and the tremble of his hands. The withdrawal symptoms were still evident. Shawn just nodded his head in agreement, clearly done with this night and ready to go. He wanted a fix and he wanted one bad. Shawn let out a loud groan and hung his head.
"O, what hotel are you staying at?" He couldn't go back to his room, not with Kevin and Scott coming in later with some freshly bought drug and a small army of women. He needed somewhere else, anywhere else, even if that meant Bret Hart would likely be there. Shawn clutched his stomach in pain, the thought of drugs had his body aching, reacting to the thought that it might feel good later.
"We're staying at The Lowell, I think it's a few blocks from yours. Shawn, are you okay?" His heart started to pound fast like it did when his withdrawals were really bad a week ago. He hadn't had a fit like this in days, and in front of a Hart no less. Shawn doubled over in pain and clutched onto Owens shoulders to keep from falling. He was focusing on trying not to vomit.
"I can't do this, Owen, I can't. I need something or this shit is going to kill me." He pushed Owen out of the way and vomited all over the pavement in the driveway. He was almost tempted to run, but knew he'd fall flat on his ass due to nausea. Owen was beside him in seconds, pulling his hair back and away from his face as he gagged and dry heaved.
"I know something that can help you, Shawn, but you have to trust me." Owen was rubbing Shawn's back and looking around for Bret, where was he when you need him? He had an idea, but Shawn and Bret hated each other and it would probably do more damage than help. He was spending Christmas with his family and knew Shawn wasn't on speaking terms with his parents lately. Drugs really fuck everything up. He saw Shawn nod his head, ready to hear his suggestion.
"Come to Canada for Christmas, eh? If there's one thing my family knows, it's discipline. We could help you; tie you up if we have to." His tone was joking, but they both knew they really would. Shawn needed all the help he could get, so he ended up nodding his head against his better judgement. The hart family really didn't like him and he honestly couldn't blame them, he had disrespected the entire family on live television just to piss Bret off. Owen helped him in the car and they were on the road back to the hotel in seconds.
"Hey Shawn, if you would've gone back to your hotel…" Owen trailed off mid-sentence, not wanting to think about Shawn frantically stabbing a needle full of who knows what into his veins. Shawn was a good guy, he just needed some help. He had his face pressed up against the window, enjoying the way the cold glass eased his burning skin. Owen looked away from Shawn and back towards the road.
"If I went back to my hotel, I would be shooting up by now." He sighed and continued to stare out of the window. Owen felt his head nod even though Shawn wasn't looking in his direction. Shawn was a good guy; he just really needed some help.
He thought about telling Bret before he left and warning him that Shawn would be staying with them, but thought his brother could use a surprise.