Margaret had left for work and Mordecai was back to his work. He was making a lizard logo for a car dealership but nothing he made seemed enough to please himself. He tried every major method he could think of, but all he ended up with was a mess of broken canvases and a mess of paint. Mordecai looked over to his desk and ran to it. He pulled out the green box again. This was serious. Mordecai was flipping back and forth between hitting a slum and he couldn't let himself fall into this what with his career just started. If his growing popularity of being a space hero hadn't helped boost his sales, he wouldn't be where he was now. But he knew his work was starting to blur together and that he needed to fix it. He already felt bad about Margaret working two jobs to pay for them and he was barely contributing. He wanted to make their financial issues a burden no more and he was determined to do anything to make that dream a reality. He felt his tears eye up and a rush of breath leave his lips as he opened the box.
"Well, here goes." Mordecai said nervously
It was a bottle of the strongest cough medicine in town. He just needed one thick gulp. He took out a party cup and filled it a third of the way. He sucked it down in one go. At first, nothing happened. He waited for something to happen. He suddenly get his gut stab, his hands growing tingly and wavy, his head felt weightless, and the whole world seemed to spin. Sudden sin ages flashed all around him.
He saw the planets in a pool game, bullets firing gum balls that morphed into bensons. Muscle man shouting my mom while spinning in a Ferris wheel, the pepper demons of the Mississippi Queen burn his skin, and Margaret's body morphing like a lava lamp. He could feel his hands swirling and his mind disintegrate. Everything sounded like bad audio. He saw the clouds morph and swirl, and bam.
He suddenly felt his head against something soft. He could hear crying and an ice pack bringing feeling back into his face. He finally opened his eyes to see Margaret crying next to him on the bed, occasionally hiccuping from raw emotion.
"Mordecai, oh thank god you Okay." Margaret said as she hugged him
"Ohhhhhh, what happened?" Mordecai said
"I came home an hour early and saw you passed out, you felt cold and you puked as I brought you up. I was just about to call 911. You studio is a mess, there was paint all over the blank campuses and the ink was sprayed all over the floor. Your recent stuff is fine but almost all of your stuff was splashed and mixed and… I just glad your okay." Margaret explained blowing her nose
"Margaret, I need to tell you something." Mordecai said
"What?" Margaret said still teary eyed
"I drank some cough syrup and went alittle crazy, I didn't know I'd act like some psycho." Mordecai said
"Were you trying to get high?" Margaret asked half scared
"Yes, I was." Mordecai said in the most defeated tone ever
"Why, dammit why?" Margaret said
"I was on the verge of writers block and I couldn't let you do all the work, I was desperate Alright." Mordecai said as he started to well up to
Margaret immediately kissed and hugged him, her tears running down his face.
"Your not mad?" Mordecai asked
"No, but please, promise me you'll never do anything that stupid again." Margaret said as she cleared her throat
"I will , I promise." Mordecai said
"Good, now get some rest and I'll get some soup." Margaret said
Mordecai laid down on the bed. If he wasn't self hating g before, he certainly was now. The fact that she forgave him after doing something that idiotic meant not only was she a keeper, but he was even denser than Rigby.