There was a lot to talk about, but Mark was reeling and his head was spinning. "Fuck, I want to say no, but Sash nearly did lines with Justin to try to ground him again. He challenged him, said whatever Justin was going to do, he'd match it. It worked. It shook Justin enough to knock him off course of taking more drugs. Fuck..." He got up, digging his phone from his pocket and went out onto the connected balcony, already dialing Sasha's number. There was no guarantee he would answer. He hadn't been sleeping well since all this happened with Justin, so his folks, along with Mark and Gen, had been encouraging him to sleep if he felt tired when he was home. The summer school break was nearly here. It was just biding his time for a couple more weeks.
Sasha answered. "Mark? What happened, is Justin okay?"
"Sash, I need you to sit down, mate. I've got something serious I need to ask you and it's going to be a bit of a shock. But I don't want you to panic that I'm calling because something has happened to Jus. His condition hasn't changed. I've got Hunter here with me right now. Are you at home?" Mark asked him.
"I've just pulled up at Mom and Dad's. Whatever it is, I can take it."
Mark closed his eyes. He tucked the phone in between his ear and shoulder and grabbed the packet of cigarettes on the outdoor table. He put one between his lips and lit up with the accompanying lighter. He didn't generally smoke. He might have one socially, but usually it didn't bother him. But if he couldn't have a drink, he needed something to try to get through all this. There was a fury bubbling under the surface because his child was not just under threat, but being used as a weapon against him. None of this was going to end well. "Sash, they don't know what Justin did while he was psychotic. There is a whole gap of time no one was with him and he doesn't know what he did either. He can't remember taking the drugs, much less where he got them from. He's blocked it all out. The concern is, if he injected it, he may have used a contaminated needle. Or if he was cutting while he was psychotic, if the implement was dirty. He has lacerations but he doesn't remember doing that either. Hunter said they're testing Justin and started him on post-exposure medication just in case. But I need to know, kiddo, if you had sex with him at any point beyond his during or beyond his psychosis. Because if you did, we need to get you to the hospital straight away."
"I..." Sasha paused and Mark felt his gut give a sick lurch up towards his throat. He leaned on the railing, the cigarette nestled between his fingers. "He wanted it. I thought it'd help him..." Sasha soon added. Panic could hear the panic in his voice.
"It's okay, kiddo. It's probably just a very tiny risk, but we have to cover you anyway. Can you get your mum to take you to the hospital or even to Walker's clinic? You just need to have the initial test and explain the situation. They'll give you a strong medication to combat it, and reduce any chance you might have. Okay? I can come get you and take you if you need me to," Mark offered. If Sash needed it, everything else could wait.
"I-I'll do it. I'll go now. Fuck. I'm leaving now." Sasha ended the call.
Mark had heard he was shaken. He was relieved the poor kid was at his parents. He would call them in a short while to make sure he got there. He finished off the smoke and stabbed it out in the ashtray before going back inside. "I want the cunt gone. I could take her for attempted murder, but it'll take too much time. Get it done. I don't care how. I'm not letting her harm my son again."
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Sasha answered. "Mark? What happened, is Justin okay?"
"Sash, I need you to sit down, mate. I've got something serious I need to ask you and it's going to be a bit of a shock. But I don't want you to panic that I'm calling because something has happened to Jus. His condition hasn't changed. I've got Hunter here with me right now. Are you at home?" Mark asked him.
"I've just pulled up at Mom and Dad's. Whatever it is, I can take it."
Mark closed his eyes. He tucked the phone in between his ear and shoulder and grabbed the packet of cigarettes on the outdoor table. He put one between his lips and lit up with the accompanying lighter. He didn't generally smoke. He might have one socially, but usually it didn't bother him. But if he couldn't have a drink, he needed something to try to get through all this. There was a fury bubbling under the surface because his child was not just under threat, but being used as a weapon against him. None of this was going to end well. "Sash, they don't know what Justin did while he was psychotic. There is a whole gap of time no one was with him and he doesn't know what he did either. He can't remember taking the drugs, much less where he got them from. He's blocked it all out. The concern is, if he injected it, he may have used a contaminated needle. Or if he was cutting while he was psychotic, if the implement was dirty. He has lacerations but he doesn't remember doing that either. Hunter said they're testing Justin and started him on post-exposure medication just in case. But I need to know, kiddo, if you had sex with him at any point beyond his during or beyond his psychosis. Because if you did, we need to get you to the hospital straight away."
"I..." Sasha paused and Mark felt his gut give a sick lurch up towards his throat. He leaned on the railing, the cigarette nestled between his fingers. "He wanted it. I thought it'd help him..." Sasha soon added. Panic could hear the panic in his voice.
"It's okay, kiddo. It's probably just a very tiny risk, but we have to cover you anyway. Can you get your mum to take you to the hospital or even to Walker's clinic? You just need to have the initial test and explain the situation. They'll give you a strong medication to combat it, and reduce any chance you might have. Okay? I can come get you and take you if you need me to," Mark offered. If Sash needed it, everything else could wait.
"I-I'll do it. I'll go now. Fuck. I'm leaving now." Sasha ended the call.
Mark had heard he was shaken. He was relieved the poor kid was at his parents. He would call them in a short while to make sure he got there. He finished off the smoke and stabbed it out in the ashtray before going back inside. "I want the cunt gone. I could take her for attempted murder, but it'll take too much time. Get it done. I don't care how. I'm not letting her harm my son again."