Hate

After a few moments of silence, one might think Jason was asleep again, but ever so slowly, his hand reaches down to ruffle Katie’s hair. “I hate drugs,” he mutters. “Dang spiders.”

He pats her head before withdrawing, and tries to pull himself up so he can sit a little more, but the pain keeps him down. “Okay…I don’t know ‘bout them things Misty gave me, but I am wiiiiiiiiiide awake now.” He widens his eyes, then frowns. “And I have a craving for ice cream. It's after two in the morning, and I have a craving for ice cream. Now you tell me that's not drug-induced.”