His heart beats fast. He stares at the ceiling in the dark; wide awake. He is worried about what might happen. What will they say? How will they react? He wakes before She does. He walks to the sink and bends over to vomit. Nothing comes out as his stomach is empty. Several times his throat lurches. He spits to clear the taste of bile from his throat and looks in the mirror.
He needs his fix. It will give him the strength to get through this. That powerful feeling that he can overcome anything. That calm, strengthening fury. Maybe if he takes a bigger dose this time the effect it will last longer. Today he embraces his addiction. Who cares if they know?