Chapter Twenty
Ashleigh
Ky’s not okay.
His breathing is shallow. We’ve still got the money from Sutton, but I don’t know if I can even get him into the urgent care. He can’t walk or even move. He’s barely conscious. I can go down to the gas station and call an ambulance, but they’re not going to take the cash in my pocket. They want a credit card.
He moans and strains his head back. Once they calm him down they’ll probably charge him for using. And maybe throw in a solicitation charge.
“Hush,” I whisper, pressing the cool compress to his forehead. I wish I knew what the problem was. Is it the crack? He should have come down by now. I’m not sure what kind of side effects can happen. I’ve seen him come back high before; it’s never been like this.
“Ash,” he mumbles. “Ash. Ash.”
I clenc
