Lilianna’s eyes crept open upon the third day of her hospitalization to find Julian asleep at her bedside. For a brief moment, she was horribly confused as to why she was in the clinic or how her beloved could be present at her side. But at the same moment that her eyes began to adjust to the harsh light of her patient room, she had found her actions to return to her in cold yet confusing waves of regret and necessity. Even as she lay attached to devices that had managed to keep her alive when her body had failed her, she itched for that next hit as she did not wish to be reminded of the pain that she had attempted to escape by taking that first drug almost three months prior.
“Lilianna?” Julian questioned as he rose from her having attempted to slip away from the confines of her bed and
