"WHAT ARE THESE?" Sativa said, her eyes already dilated from everything she took. "Something called Nitazenes" Elliot spoke glancing at Sativa's red and dull eyes. "Are you sure you're okay?" Her friend spoke in concern as Sativa waved him off. "Yeah, stop asking me that shit" She said reaching for the Nitazene package. "Woah, you're not taking those" He said taking them back making Sativa pull a frustrated face at him. "Why?" She asked angrily. "Because you're becoming fucking addicted." Elliot spoke harshly making Sativa dryly laugh. "Says the nigga who can't go a day without fucking snorting" Sativa said harshly in response. "Yet nowadays you do more drugs than me? Get fucking help Sativa" He said closing the suitcase making her reach for it.

"In fact its whatever" She said angrily as she discreetly swatched the Nitazene package from the suitcase before closing it again. She got up to go to the bathroom silently as Elliot sighed. in the bathroom, Sativa closed the door quietly, leaning against the sink and looking at herself in the mirror. Her reflection was almost unrecognizable—dull eyes, flushed cheeks, lips chapped and dry. She took a shaky breath, staring at the package of Nitazenes in her hand. Her mind buzzed with Elliot's words: "Get fucking help, Sativa." She stared in the mirror as she stuffed two pills in her mouth waiting for the pleasuring buzz to come over her.

"Tiva? I'm sorry for shouting at you?" Elliot said knocking on the bathroom door as Sativa had not left the bathroom for almost 20 minutes. "Bro you taking a shit?" He joked before knocking on the door harder this time. Elliot's heart began to race as he waited, pressing his ear against the door but hearing nothing from the other side. His humor faded, replaced by a creeping dread.

"Sativa?" he called again, his voice shaking. He pounded on the door harder. "Come on, open up!"When there was still no answer, panic set in. He didn't care about boundaries now—he jiggled the handle and, finding it unlocked, pushed the door open.

Sativa was slumped against the wall, eyes half-closed, her breathing shallow. The empty Nitazene package lay on the sink beside her, its contents nearly gone. Elliot's stomach twisted as he rushed to her side, gently shaking her shoulders.

"Sativa! Shit!" His voice cracked as he looked at her pale face, feeling helpless and furious all at once. "Come on, Tiva, don't do this to me." he whispered, terrified. He reached for her phone, going for the first contact he could see as he desperately tried getting her up. "Tiva?" Fezco answered smiling from the moment he saw his girl's name on the screen. "Bro Sativa wake the fuck up!" Elliot begged the unconscious girl making Fezco perk up.

Elliot's hands shook as he held Sativa's phone to his ear, his voice frantic as he spoke into the receiver. "Fezco, it's bad, man. I don't know what she took, but she's not waking up. She's barely breathing—" He spoke in fear as Fezco started to run to his car making Ashtray look up confused. "Fuck" He muttered to himself as he started to speed. "Is she on her back?" He asked Elliot over the phone as Elliot muttered a 'yes'. "Shift her to her side, i'm almost there" Fezco said still speeding hoping no one stopped him.

Elliot carefully turned Sativa onto her side, feeling a pit of dread settle in his stomach as he did so. Her breaths were shallow, but there was a flicker of movement in her chest. "Come on, Sativa," he whispered, brushing a strand of hair from her face. His hands were still trembling as he held her, his heart pounding in his chest like it would burst.

After what felt like an eternity, he heard hurried footsteps coming down the hall. The door swung open, and Fezco burst into the room, followed closely by Ashtray. Fez's face was pale, his jaw clenched tight as he took in the sight of Sativa's limp body.

Without a word, Fezco knelt beside her, his hands hovering over her as he tried to steady himself. "Shit, Sativa," he whispered, his voice breaking as he stroked her cheek gently. He looked up at Elliot, his eyes blazing. "Get the narcan from my bag" He said quietly, confused on why Sativa was even taking drugs. He injected the drug into Sativa's system

Fezco filled the syringe with practiced hands, his jaw set as he gently lifted Sativa's arm and injected the Narcan. They both held their breaths, watching her face intently, waiting for any sign of a response. The seconds felt agonizingly slow, each tick bringing a fresh wave of dread.

After what felt like an eternity, Sativa's chest rose with a deeper breath, her face twitching slightly. She gasped, eyes fluttering open as she coughed weakly, the Narcan jolting her body back from the brink. Relief washed over Elliot and Fezco as she squinted up at them, disoriented. She looked around confused as she saw tears brimming at Fezco's eyes.

"What happened?"

Sativa avoided Fezco's eyes as she stared at the food in front of her. "I'm not hungry Fezco" she muttered quietly. "You gotta eat something, Tiva" He said tired of how resistant she was being. The two stayed quiet for a moment as Sativa looked down at her fingers. "Are we just not gonna talk about it?" She asked making her boyfriend sigh. "Why was you even taking that shit Sativa?" He asked his girlfriend, genuinely confused and concerned. "So much shit was going on, and it made me so happy" She sounding, broken within herself. "Was I not enough to make you happy?" he asked making the room fall silent.

Fezco's question hung heavily in the air, piercing Sativa's already fragile composure. She fidgeted, staring down at her hands as shame crept into her expression. "It's not like that, Fez," she said quietly, her voice trembling. "It was never about you. I just... I didn't know how to deal with all of it. Everything felt too heavy, and I thought—maybe if I could just escape for a little while..." She explained to him as he nodded. "This has gotta stop. This whole—" he gestured to the empty Nitazene package—"this can't keep happening."

Sativa looked away, her face paling as she took in the mess she'd made. Her fingers trembled as she wiped away a tear, her voice barely a whisper. "I'm sorry. I...I didn't mean to—"

Fezco cut her off, his voice softer now. "I know, but sorry's not enough anymore. We can't lose you. Not like this." he said, kissing her knuckle as she nodded in a quiet fit of sobs. Sativa's tears streamed silently down her cheeks as Fezco held her hand, his thumb gently tracing circles on her knuckles.

She felt the weight of her choices, the hurt she'd caused, pressing down on her like an unbearable burden. 

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