Babe... Now you're worrying me, too. You don't fuck everything up, but you're starting to sort of sound a bit like Justin, too. You're a good dad. You love your kids, and they love you, even when they're just learning how.
Yeah, well, when your son overdoses on your meds, it means you have to go without. I'm sorry. I have the biggest headache and I feel sick, and my brain won't switch off trying to figure all this out so I can stop him getting hurt again. And I want a drink. I really, really want a drink.
How soon can they get you a refill? You have to promise to at least try to rest for me, okay? I love you, and I'll be home really soon, so please hold off on that drink.
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