Daichi stood up and took in a deep breath, immediately regretting his decision. The pungent smell of weed hit his nose so fast he got a little nauseous. "Suga! Roll outside!"

Sugawara looked up from rolling himself a new joint. He got up before heading outside and lighting up, the first pull burning the back of his throat. Suga leaned into the glass door and relaxed, smoking the entire thing by himself. Finally, the pain in his head subsided.

Daichi knocked on the glass door, annoyed. "Suga, breakfast."

Sugawara stood carefully and headed inside. He ate before laying on the couch, exhausted. This high was different. It begged for him to go to sleep and he hated it.

Daichi walked over and turned on the TV, flipping through the channels thoughtlessly. Suga groaned from next to him and he looked over. "What is it?"

"My head," he whispered.

Daichi got two of the pain pills from Sugawara's bottle and handed them over. Suga started to sit up and Daichi helped him, worried. "Easy, easy. You okay?"

Suga stared at the corner and his eyes widened. The shadows were spreading and had started to talk. "What the fuck?"

"What is it? What's wrong?" Daichi looked to the corner and back at Sugawara. The other male just looked confused. "Suga?"

"I'm okay," he whispered. He looked at Daichi and smiled tiredly. Sugawara laid back down after taking his medicine and let himself float. He let himself spin and ease into sleep, content with the feeling he was having. Daichi watched and just shook his head. He loved Sugawara, he did. He just didn't know what to do.

Sure he could try and commit him but what would they do? Send him straight back home? Daichi had thought of the options but none of them seemed good enough. No one seemed good enough to help with the situation, no matter what they did or how good their schooling was.

Daichi set a hand on Sugawara's shoulder and stared lovingly at him for a moment. Suga startled before smiling, a bit of his old self shining through. "What is it?"

Daichi leaned down and kissed him, trying to ignore the weed lingering on his breath. He tried to ignore the way Sugawara's movements were slowed. How would they ever create a family this way? Suga wasn't okay anymore.

"That was sweet," Suga whispered. He smiled lopsidedly and sat up. "What do you have planned for today?"

"I have work today. I don't want you smoking while I'm gone though, okay?"

"Easy enough." Suga thought to the pills he had stashed under the kitchen sink. Those would help.

Daichi left for work and Sugawara grabbed a sleeping pill, curling up in bed. His dreams were vivid and a little scary but he loved them, smiling in his sleep.

After he woke up around six he fixed himself something to eat and took two of his pain pills. He could hide the pills as long as he needed to. He just didn't like doing it. Once, he had tried going a few days without the pills and had gotten violently sick, ending up on the bathroom floor for a good four days.

Suga put his pills down and looked at himself in the mirror. What had he done? Why was he like this now?

On the counter his phone buzzed and the caller ID showed up as Asahi of all people. He couldn't hide his high from Asahi but he could certainly try. He answered the phone, sighing. "Asahi! Hey dude!"

"Hey Suga. Nishi was wondering if you would come over and look at his back. It really hurts."

"Doing too much screwing?"

"Oh my god no. He fell down the stairs."

Sugawara held back a laugh. "Yeah I'll be there in a little bit."

"Thank you so much. Honestly, thank you. How can we repay you?"

"I dunno. It's fine, really." Suga slipped on his shoes and glanced at the mirror next to the door. He frowned at his wound and put a hat on. "You guys can honestly just feed me if you want."

"Okay. How long will you be?"

"Like ten minutes. Or do you guys wanna come over here?"

"We'll come over. Just give us like thirty minutes, he's in the shower. We redid his bangs."

"Okay. Gives me time to clean up." Sugawara said goodbye and hung up before looking back at the mirror. "Well shit!"

Asahi came to Sugawara's house an hour later, Nishinoya grumbling next to him. Suga checked him out and popped his back, relieving the pain. Asahi thanked him over and over and Nishinoya stared at him, confused.

"Suga, you seem sick. Are you okay?"

Sugawara looked up from folding towels. They were waiting for their DoorDash order, mindlessly doing activities around the apartment. "Huh?"

"Are you okay?" Nishinoya repeated. He reached out, touching Sugawara's arm. It was freezing.

Suga nodded, regretting the extra pill he'd taken in the bathroom. He felt sick to his stomach. He turned, eyes fluttering a bit. "Can you get me the trash can?"

Asahi grabbed it and sat by him. Suga leaned into him and Asahi froze up. "I've told you I'm not very comfortable with letting others touching me- Suga-"

Suga tried to sit back up but struggled. Daichi walked through the front door. "Hey guys! What're you doing here?" Nishinoya got up from his spot on the floor and rushed to Sugawara's side, noticing his labored breathing. Daichi went to his side, worried. "Koushi?"

Suga reached up shakily before dropping his hand and slumping forward. Daichi held him up and grabbed his phone, calling an ambulance. He stopped talking suddenly and looked down. He shook Sugawara's shoulder. The other male didn't lift his head. He wasn't breathing.

"Oh shit. Oh shit! He's not breathing!"

Suga laid limp in Daichi's arms, lips steadily turning blue.

"Sir, did you say he isn't breathing?"

"He's not... he's not breathing." Daichi gasped for air, panicking. Had he smoked while he wasn't there? Was something in their weed? Had he taken two more pain pills?

Asahi grabbed Sugawara from Daichi and set him on the floor. He took a deep breath before crossing his hands over each other and pressing down on his sternum. Nishinoya got closer and took the phone from Daichi. "Yes, he's not breathing. We're currently doing CPR on him now. How much longer until the ambulance is here?"

Asahi pressed his mouth to Sugawara's and pushed air into him, covering his nose. He went back to compressions and Daichi heard a rib crack. He screamed, hitting the wall behind him. "Those fucking pills!"

Nishinoya looked over, heart dropping in his chest. "Pills?"

Daichi shot for the pill bottle and saw that it was almost empty. He sighed shakily and turned back to Sugawara receiving CPR. No matter how hard he pressed, Asahi couldn't get Sugawara's breathing to return.

"He's overdosing!" Nishinoya shouted, realizing what was going on. There was a sharp knock on the door and he opened it, shaking. "He's overdosing. Pain meds."

One of the paramedics reached into her bag and found Narcan. Asahi stopped pressing Sugawara's chest and backed away, panting. He looked at Daichi, eyes watering. "Did you know?"

"No. No, I didn't know." Daichi leaned by Sugawara as the medicine was pushed into his nose. He stayed still for a moment before shakily and quietly gasping. "Suga?"

"What is his full name?"

"Sugawara Koushi." Daichi looked up. "Is he going to be okay?"

"We will be able to tell you at the hospital. Someone go get the stretcher." The paramedic gently turned Sugawara's face towards her. She placed a cuff on his arm and took his blood pressure. It came back low along with his pulse. He shakily breathed, hands twitching. He was placed on a stretcher and he started to incoherently mumble, out of it.

At the hospital Daichi watched his lover breathe shakily, watching the way his chest stuttered in pain at his broken ribs. How could he do this? After everything they had talked about, why this?