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Mrs Ramsay's Drugs Bust
Mar. 5th, 2015 09:23 pmSaturday normally means a leisuresly start to the day, a lay in with no need to get up until Mrs Ramsay starts shouting about the eggs and bacon going cold. But this Saturday, Bennet is summoned early to Leman Street on some urgent matter, and Matthew is left alone in their bed.
He tries to maintain the lazy weekend routine, but as the warmth of Bennet's body dissipates from his side of the bed, Matthew feels little desire to stay beneath the covers. The itch is in his veins, to make things worse, and getting stronger every morning. The old habits he'd been forced back into in the asylum are getting worse, and he knows he's not far off another accidental overdose or similar disaster. He cannot hide his substance taking from Bennet forever.
He can hear Mrs Ramsay clattering about downstairs, making his breakfast, and Matthew gets out of bed as the itch becomes unbearable. He will tell Bennet, he must, just not today. Not yet. Just a little longer...
He sits on the floor and lifts the loose floorboard, revealing his stash. He's getting low, he knows, but he should be able to order more through H Division come Monday. Thankfully, everybody trusts his orders for drugs for his dead room, and so far his increased dosages haven't been questioned.
He empties a bottle of laudanum down his throat, but the dregs of that alone do little to calm him. He reaches again, takes up the coca instead. He knows it's not wise to combine them, but desperate times call for desperate measures. He fumbles with the bottle, fingers worryingly unsteady, when he hears footsteps on the stairs. Swearing, he tries to hide everything away again, but he drops the bottle and it rolls away from him.
"Captain!" Mrs Ramsay calls at the door, opening it a moment after, knowing that there shouldn't be anything too terrible to walk in on with Bennet out of the house.
And that's how she finds the Captain, flat out on the bedroom floor, reaching desperately for the coca, an empty laudanum bottle at his side.
He tries to maintain the lazy weekend routine, but as the warmth of Bennet's body dissipates from his side of the bed, Matthew feels little desire to stay beneath the covers. The itch is in his veins, to make things worse, and getting stronger every morning. The old habits he'd been forced back into in the asylum are getting worse, and he knows he's not far off another accidental overdose or similar disaster. He cannot hide his substance taking from Bennet forever.
He can hear Mrs Ramsay clattering about downstairs, making his breakfast, and Matthew gets out of bed as the itch becomes unbearable. He will tell Bennet, he must, just not today. Not yet. Just a little longer...
He sits on the floor and lifts the loose floorboard, revealing his stash. He's getting low, he knows, but he should be able to order more through H Division come Monday. Thankfully, everybody trusts his orders for drugs for his dead room, and so far his increased dosages haven't been questioned.
He empties a bottle of laudanum down his throat, but the dregs of that alone do little to calm him. He reaches again, takes up the coca instead. He knows it's not wise to combine them, but desperate times call for desperate measures. He fumbles with the bottle, fingers worryingly unsteady, when he hears footsteps on the stairs. Swearing, he tries to hide everything away again, but he drops the bottle and it rolls away from him.
"Captain!" Mrs Ramsay calls at the door, opening it a moment after, knowing that there shouldn't be anything too terrible to walk in on with Bennet out of the house.
And that's how she finds the Captain, flat out on the bedroom floor, reaching desperately for the coca, an empty laudanum bottle at his side.
