[There, there, little guy, it's all okay now. Safe in his bed and passed the fuck out, and Sharky does literally the barest-minimum cleanup around the bed before bouncing out of the room. Back down he goes to the infirmary, to dig up some Vicodin or something for Pratt to take when he wakes up. Maybe some aspirin??
...He finds a lot of opiates. Cocaine syrup, opium drops, an entire fuckin' menagerie of old-timey medicines that would put him behind prison bars at home.
...He takes quite a few of them to stuff into his pockets. FOR PRATT, OBVIOUSLY. The guy needs it and it isn't like Sharky's much of a user. But, like. You know. It's liquid cocaine, man. He's got to keep some in his room for. You know. Emergencies.
Sharky sneaks back into Pratt's room, and leaves one little tincture bottle of what's probably enough opium to kill a horse, plus a cup of water and his phone, well within in reach in case he wakes up losing his mind again. There there, lil' fella. You'll be okay after a couple of days of opiate abuse.]
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...He finds a lot of opiates. Cocaine syrup, opium drops, an entire fuckin' menagerie of old-timey medicines that would put him behind prison bars at home.
...He takes quite a few of them to stuff into his pockets. FOR PRATT, OBVIOUSLY. The guy needs it and it isn't like Sharky's much of a user. But, like. You know. It's liquid cocaine, man. He's got to keep some in his room for. You know. Emergencies.
Sharky sneaks back into Pratt's room, and leaves one little tincture bottle of what's probably enough opium to kill a horse, plus a cup of water and his phone, well within in reach in case he wakes up losing his mind again. There there, lil' fella. You'll be okay after a couple of days of opiate abuse.]