Page 40 of Wicked Games

He lets out another sigh/moan and scrunches his face up as he curls into himself even more.

“Felix?” I shake his shoulder. “You’ve got five seconds to wake the fuck up, or I’m dumping ice water on your face.”

He blinks his eyes open and squints at us like he has no idea who we are.

“Are you okay?” Eden asks.

He makes a little snuffling sound and nuzzles his face into his pillow.

“Nope.” I shake him again. “Wake the fuck up.”

This time he lets out a disgruntled snort, but he pulls his face out of the pillow and gives me a halfhearted glare.

Something’s wrong with him. His pupils are blown wide, his eyes are slightly red-rimmed, and his skin is paler than usual.

“What did you take?” I ask.

He mumbles something I can’t make out.

“What did you take?” I repeat.

“My pills,” he mumbles.

“Pills?” I glance at Eden.

She shrugs and shakes her head.

As far as I know, Felix doesn’t take any meds, but that doesn’t mean he didn’t get his hands on some and he’s on the tail end of a bad high.

“What pills? Which ones?”

“Lur-ah-zoh-pam,” he slurs. “And zol-peh-dem.”

“Both?” I ask.

“Yup.” He closes his eyes and lets out a soft sigh.

I smack him on the shoulder. “Wake up.”

“Don’t wanna,” he mumbles and rolls onto his stomach.

“Is he okay?” Eden asks. “Is he overdosing?”

“No, just a nasty reaction.” I roll him onto his side. “How many did you take?”

“Five.”

“Of each?” Eden squeaks.

He lifts his hands and makes a number two with one and a number three with the other.

“Two Ambien and three Ativan?” I ask.

He nods.

That sounds like a lot, but I can’t be sure without knowing the dose of each pill. “Where are they?”

“My secret book.” He waves at his bookshelf.

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