I Became the Drug-Addicted Childhood Friend Chapter 24

“I swear, I haven’t used the dicine yet.”

[21 minutes]

I’m getting anxious.

“So just give it to .”

On the floor are the syringes that fell and the one I was about to use.

In the circumstances, it’s understandable to think I’ve used the dicine more than once.

But I’m saying no, I don’t use it so recklessly.

[19 minutes]

“I promise it’s true. I was about to use it, but I haven’t yet.”

I’ve never broken a promise before.

It looks like I was definitely abusing drugs, but that’s not the case.

“…I’m sorry. No.”

“Why?”

“For you.”

That’s not for .

Han Si-hu doesn’t believe .

What do I need to do to make him believe ?

My heart starts racing.

“Anyway, you’re treating like a monster. Doesn’t it matter whether I use a little or a lot of dicine?”

I think I’ve made a mistake.

In my urgent state, I said sothing wrong.

Han Si-hu’s expression hardens slightly.

“No, it’s not like that. …You’re my friend.”

He’s managing to say that.

If you’re a friend, you should give the dicine when I ask for it.

“…I really haven’t used it.”

[17 minutes]

I can’t control my emotions.

My wrist starts to throb.

I can feel the effects of the dicine wearing off.

“Ah, we can just wait. How about this: I can wait about 5 minutes.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Even if you say I’ve already used it, it would be fine just once. Please, okay?”

Let’s say I’ve used a lot of it.

Even so, it should be fine just once.

There shouldn’t be any problem.

When a friend asks like this, I think it’s right to oblige.

“Let use the dicine.”

You have it, don’t you?

You said you’d give it to when I need it.

“I’m sorry.”

“Just once.”

[17 minutes]

Suddenly, the doctor’s words about the dicine being more addictive than the previous one co to mind.

Right, it ans the dicine was addictive.

“Just calm down for now.”

How about giving a sedative instead?

There’s no ti.

“Ah, haha.”

I’m trying to calm down sohow, but it’s not working.

My heart is racing uncontrollably.

[10 minutes]

Before I know it, only 10 minutes are left.

Why is ti disappearing so quickly?

“It hurts, this really hurts. I need the dicine.”

In desperation, I grab Han Si-hu’s collar.

His eyes tremble.

It’s truly dangerous now.

I need the dicine.

I reach out for the dicine Han Si-hu is holding.

—Thud!

My fingers graze the dicine bottle, but I can’t grab it.

The bottle falls from Han Si-hu’s hand.

The bottle drops.

Downward.

Downward.

To the floor.

Thud.

There’s a dull sound as it hits the ground.

The glass shatters.

The liquid inside spills onto the floor.

My happiness flows away.

My mind goes blank.

“Ah.”

This isn’t what I intended to do.

The blue liquid pours out onto the floor.

I can’t process the information coming into my view.

[7 minutes]

Broken glass shards scatter everywhere.

The blue dicine is on the floor.

Why is it on the floor?

My mind is blank.

I stand frozen in place for a mont.

“W-Wait. I’ll get sothing to clean it up.”

Han Si-hu says that and heads toward the entrance.

He looks very flustered.

[2 minutes]

Five minutes have vanished?

It hasn’t even been a minute.

Ti has evaporated at an astonishing rate.

I need the dicine.

I have the syringes.

The dicine is on the floor.

Let’s say I sohow managed to put the dicine in the syringe.

With my trembling hands, I can hardly get the injection right.

I see the blue dicine pooling on the floor.

Would it still be effective if I just drank it?

I’ve never tasted this dicine before, but I think it would still have an effect.

I kneel down to pick up the glass shards.

There’s a little bit of dicine pooled there.

I drink it.

Gulp.

The dicine brushes against my tongue and slides down my throat.

It has a slightly sour taste.

Is it vinegar?

It feels like my throat is burning.

[1 minute]

Ti keeps shrinking.

Why?

Was the amount insufficient?

Should I really bring the syringe?

No, even if I have the syringe, it would still be difficult.

What should I do?

If Han Si-hu cos out of the room, he’ll prevent from taking the dicine.

How should I use the dicine?

It’s all pooled on the floor.

I tried to scoop it up with my hands, but it doesn’t work.

That’s only natural.

It’s not enough with just what’s stuck to my fingers.

There’s only one way left.

I leaned my body down.

I licked the dicine pooled on the floor.

It’s hard to lick up.

It feels like the shards of glass and dust are mixed in.

I still don’t feel good.

I feel like a dog.

[1 minute]

At least ti hasn’t dropped any further.

That’s a relief.

That was close.

“Yoo Seo-ah!”

Han Si-hu grabs and pulls upright.

The glass shards fall from my arm.

Blood seeps from my palm.

I had been crouched on the floor, and sothing was sticking to my arm.

I was pricked by the glass shards.

[3 minutes]

I think Han Si-hu is saying sothing next to .

It still feels like sothing is lacking.

But I’ll endure.

I’m soone who can practice restraint.

It’s not an addiction.

I just tried the dicine because I had no choice.

Han Si-hu takes sowhere.

Anyway, I had no intention of drinking more dicine.

If I use a large dose at once, I’ll die.

The doctor said that even water can have a lethal dose.

Let alone dicine.

In a situation where I can’t asure the amount like now, I especially need to be careful.

I’m not an idiot.

I can’t just gulp down all the dicine blindly, knowing it might be lethal.

I don’t want to swallow glass shards either.

I spit out the small glass shard that was in my mouth.

Sothing thick and salty is stuck on my tongue.

The taste of tal.

Is it blood?

Anyway, I didn’t swallow the glass.

Probably.

[15 minutes]

Ti has risen a bit.

I can think rationally again.

Is the effect of the dicine slowly coming?

I feel strange.

I don’t know what happened before.

There was the blue dicine.

“Uh.”

There’s blood on my hands.

Since it doesn’t hurt, it doesn’t seem to be my blood.

It must be soone else’s blood.

Who was around?

Han Si-hu.

Did Han Si-hu get hurt?

“I’m sorry.”

I tried to apologize with a smile.

There’s a saying that you can’t spit on a smiling face.

But the reaction is strange.

It doesn’t seem to be my fault if Han Si-hu got hurt.

I look down at my hands.

It’s still dripping.

I was the one who got hurt.

I can’t even rember what I just did.

Where are the bandages?

If blood flows, the effects of the dicine wear off faster.

I know this because I’ve experinted with it before.

[13 minutes]

Ah, damn it.

I think I need to take a little more dicine.

Ti is running out faster than it’s rising.

Where’s the dicine?

There’s still so of the spilled dicine on the floor.

I need to go back.

“Let go of .”

Han Si-hu grabbed .

“Hey, I need to take the dicine.”

Fear.

I can’t understand the will to prevent from using the dicine.

If I don’t take it now, I really might want to die.

“I want to use the dicine.”

“I’ll give it to you, so wait.”

“Okay.”

I begged earnestly, and it worked.

After all, he’s the protagonist.

He shows a semblance of rcy at the very least.

[11 minutes]

I’ve cald down a bit.

[10 minutes]

I can’t calm down.

My heart is racing.

I force myself to settle down.

But that’s unlikely.

If I take the dicine, I’ll feel happy.

In the first place, I should have been happy without taking the dicine.

Why am I in this kind of situation?

Because Han Si-hu isn’t giving the dicine?

In the end, the blue dicine spilled on the floor.

If I could have put all that into the syringe, how happy would that have been?

The dicine bottle broke.

My happy days vanished.

I believed.

I thought he would give the dicine.

It’s just that Han Si-hu doesn’t believe .

He doesn’t think of as a friend.

At most, I’m just an object to be managed.

In a situation where it’s likely to misunderstand that I’m abusing the dicine, but still.

“Here.”

Gulp.

Han Si-hu hands the pills.

[43 minutes]

The dicine is replenished again.

“Thank you.”

I express my gratitude.

Even though I’m not really a friend, he’s looking out for , which is because he’s a good person.

That’s all I can say.

As ti passes, everything around feels softer than usual.

I feel happy again.

It seems like I can see a clear sky.

“…Ah he he.”

There’s a rose in my hand.

Isn’t that sothing magical?

It’s red.

It looks like a bouquet I could give as a gift.

It would be nice to tie it up with a ribbon and give it.

I just received one.

The one Han Si-hu gave .

It was in my pocket.

When I place it on my hand, it really looks like a bouquet.

The ribbon is stained with red petals.

“Where did the flower go?”

Only blood-stained hands and a blood-stained ribbon remain.

I’m not in my right mind.

I’m becoming more of a ss.

[41 minutes]

Han Si-hu is inspecting the syringe with the dicine while talking to soone.

He looks quite urgent.

Is he going to give more dicine?

41 minutes is a little risky.

Now the ribbon slips from my hand.

I can’t tell if it lted or fell to the ground.

It’s hard to distinguish.

Is it because I drank the dicine?

It’s not for drinking anyway.

Blood flows from my mouth as well.

“Ah ha…”

It feels like I’m becoming happier.

But my head hurts.

I pick up the syringe that was on the ground.

Even though I failed to put in the dicine, a little bit is still inside.

Even if the needle is damaged, I just stab it in.

Thud.

[1 hour 18 minutes]

Even if I say I haven’t used it, he wouldn’t believe .

So let’s just say I did.

I don’t have the confidence to persuade him anymore.

If I were Han Si-hu, I wouldn’t believe either.

Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.

I just keep stabbing.

It’s fun.

Even if the ti doesn’t extend further.

The syringe is originally ant to be used once.

Reusing it is dangerous.

Thud. Crack.

While stabbing, the syringe broke.

It’s weaker than I expected.

Now my head really hurts.

Han Si-hu finishes his call and rushes toward .

Thud.

With a slight dull sound, I fall sideways.

Get up.

I’m not weak, so I can stand up.

Thud.

I try to get up again but fail.

Han Si-hu happened to catch my head, so there was no thud sound.

[1 hour 9 minutes]

Han Si-hu is next to .

He seems to be asking if I’m okay.

—Thud.

Is it the dicine?

[11 hours 12 minutes]

This is a sedative.

My consciousness is hazy.

I wonder how Han Si-hu sees .

Why isn’t he giving the dicine?

If I think about it, the answer will co to .

I visualize my objective self.

Syringes scattered on the floor.

A broken dicine bottle.

Unraveled bandages.

Liquid spilling from the syringes.

What’s that?

I’m a serious addict.