Porn Prince

18.) Anything for a Fix

I enter the hospital and the same man that was here before was working at the front desk. I give him a smile and he narrows his eyes. "Can I help you?" He asks and I nod. "One, this is for you. Two, can you let me upstairs." I say handing him the drink and he narrows his eyes as he looks at it in examination. "Did you spit in this?" He asks and I shake my head. "That I did not. Why would I need to?" I ask and he sighs. "Do you know where you are going?" he asks and I nod. He points to the doors and opens them automatically without another word. I walk through and try to remember the maze I walked through yesterday. I stand in front of the door and knock. Ivy opens the door and she doesn't look very well but she was a smile on her face.

I lean forward and hug her slightly, handing her the smoothie. "Are you feeling well?" I ask and she nods. "Yeah, I'm just a little under the weather I believe. Thank you." She says and I nod, walking the rest of the way in. Her father was on the bed, sitting down talking with Bruce. "Ah, Wyatt. It's good to see you." He says with a toothy grin and stands up. I take his hug and smile at Bruce. "These are for y'all." I say and Mr.Lynn lets me go. "Strawberry Banana, I hope that's okay." I say and he nods. "How kind, I'll drink this after my physical therapy session. Thank you very much, Wyatt." I smile and hand Bruce one too. He nods and Ivy and her father go on to talking. I smile at this and Bruce comes and stands next to me. "Would you get Ivy food and some rest soon? I think she might be sick. I asked her to get checked out but she refuses." 

I nod, crossing my arms and looking at her. She had a grey tint to her skin and dark circles under her eyes. There has a slight sheen on sweat coating her skin. She looked to be feeling ill but she was talking up a storm with her father. They were talking about Ivy's mom at the moment. She was telling him a story of one of her birthdays. I sit down in the chair and just watch as Ivy talks to him. She seemed so genuinely happy. I watched her for a couple of hours. Bruce came in and out of the room, but I just stayed silent and listened.

She has changed so much in the past 24 hours. She seemed happy. But at the moment she just seemed but sick. I notice from afar that her hand was shaking a bit. "Hey Ivy, would you want to go out to eat? It's coming up on 5 and I know that is when Mr.Lynn has PT." I say and she shakes her hed. "I'm not very hungry." She says and her dad shakes his head and grabs her shoulder. "Oh please hun, I think that would be best. You haven't eaten since early this morning and to be honest, you're looking a little green around the gills. Are you feeling okay?" He asks and puts a hand on her head. 

"Ivy, you're skin is freezing." He says and she smiles, giving him a reassuring nod. "I'm fine. I promise." She says and there is a knock on the door. I open it and a nurse walks in. "Come on Mr.Lynn, it's that time." She says with a thick southern accent. He sighs and nods, standing up. Ivy stands up to and gives him a rib crushing hug. "I love you, have a good night dad." He smiles and kisses her cheek. "I love you bug, now make sure you get to feeling better okay. Wyatt, I hope you have a great night as well." He says, releasing Ivy and holding his hand out. I shake his hand and he smiles at Bruce. "Would you walk them out for me son?" Bruce nods and stands up. Mr.Lynn walks out the door with a wave and Ivy smiles and walks out the door with him. I follow and notice keeps scratching at her arms under her jacket. "Make sure you get some rest. You don't look so good." Bruce says as we walk out the hospital doors and she frowns. "Wow, thank you, that's what every girl wants to hear." She says in a sarcastic tone. She gives him a hug and turns to me with a weak smile as he walks in. "Where did you park?" She asks and I park to the side of the hospital. She nods and we walk to my car without another word. 

I open her door and close it behind her as I run around and get in. I silently drive and she grabs my right hand from my lap and runs her fingers over my knuckles. "Your knuckles look bruised, what happened?" She asks and I pull into the drive-through. "I slipped in the shower this afternoon, that's probably where I got it." I calmly lie and she giggles softly at this. "Having too much fun dancing?" She asks and I roll my eyes and roll down my window. I knew she wasn't going to tell me what she wanted so I ordered her a large fry and chicken nugget. I order myself food and we drive back to the motel. She instantly lays down on the bed and curls up under the covers. I sit down beside her and rub her back. "Here, why don't you eat for me before you get too comfortable okay?" She nods and sits up.

We sit and eat and she eats very slowly. I watch her closely, not saying much at all and she appears to look even worse than before. She springs out of bed and runs to the bathroom all of a sudden. I instantly hear her dry heave over the toilet and run to the bathroom. I walk in and grab her hair, pulling it back behind her head."Wyatt, get out of here, I don't want you to see me like this." She says and I rub her back as she begins throwing up again. She spent a good 5 minutes throwing up and finally she turned over, sitting on the floor. I notice she had thrown up on her jacket. I unzip it and slip it off of her and I notice her arms.

Her track marks were inflamed. She had been scratching at them. She was shivering very badly. I grab a cloth a wet it with cold water as I put it on her forehead. Her skin was freezing cold but dripping with sweat. She had tears dripping down her face as well. 

"Ivy baby, when was the last time you had a fix?" I ask, running my thumb over her track marks. She looks confused and then her eyes widen in realization. "Don't tell me THIS is what withdrawals are." she says in a soft sob. She begins crying and shakes her head. "I'm so achy and cold. I feel like I'm going to throw up but I have nothing left to throw up." She says and I pull her into a hug. I lift her up underneath her arms and she hisses in pain. I pick her up and she begins to protest but I continue to walk and set her down on the bed. I grab the trash can beside the chair and place it beside her side of the bed. 

I unbutton Ivy's pants and she begins to shake more. "I don't want you to sleep in jeans." I dig through her back and find some old used needles and shake my head, as I grab the sweatpants from beside it. I slip them up to her legs and pull the covers over her.I grab a water bottle and place it in her hands. "Drink to the top of the label, that's all I ask." She nods and while she does that with heavy eyes I grab the needles from her bag and carefully break them, putting them in the trashcan.

I strip out of my pants and leave my shirt on for good measures. I turn the air on high and slip into the bed with her. She curls up to my chest and I can feel her shiver as I hold her. I reach over and grab my phone to text Bruce. I simply say, "Ivy is sick, she won't be at the hospital, I'll keep you updated."

I set my phone down and rub Ivy's head to calm her down in some sort of way. I hated seeing her like this. I bet it was also JT that got her hooked on this s**t. f*****g douche bag. I hum softly to her to calm her down and after a few hours, we finally fall asleep.