The burn told me that I'd done too much.
I quickly pulled the tourniquet, smashing the vein shut, halting the flow of heroin for a quick moment.
My world slowed down.
I can't keep pulling this cord, eventually the rubber is going to snap or my arm will tire; but the second I ease up I'm going to overdose.
s**t ******** god damn ******** ******** ******** ******** arm -butIwanttobeasurgeon- or life?
I got'ta lose one.
But I want to be a surgeon.
Shock both set in, and wore off at the same time.
I had to lose the arm.
Come on man, they taught you this in med school.
The cleaver.
I jumped up (still pulling the cord) and staggered to the kitchen.
The drug was leaking through; the vein was broken.
The stove went on, I was going to need something to cauterize with.
The cord snapped, the H hit.
Daaamn nnn...
Maybe... Maybe... ********>
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