seven-minutes-of-evan

[seven-minutes-of-evan]

Taking the glass from the younger male, Evan reached over to set it down on the bedside once more. His hand then went to gently run through Enzo's hair, his other arm holding the smaller frame against his own lanky one. "Shh it's okay, it's alright." The junkie felt partly responsible for all of it and maybe that was part of his drive to keep getting up and pushing himself to care for Enzo - even though the future doctor could have gone and gotten his drugs elsewhere or let some other dealer fill him up with it. It didn't matter, he still took a shred of that responsibility. "You just close your eyes and try to go back to sleep, I'll stay right here and hold you until you do." The words were mumbled into Enzo's hair as Evan leaned forward to press a kiss to the dark mass of lock, closing his eyes and sighing sleepily.

step one → evzo

[seven-minutes-of-evan]

"Don't be sorry, I know you can't help it...it's okay." Evan mumbled his reply and went to running water into the bucket to rinse it out before he went to fetch Enzo a cold glass of water from downstairs. When he returned, the lanky framed junkie moved to set the water down beside Enzo on the bedside, rubbing his shoulder briefly. he set the bucket down on one side of the younger man as he sat on the bedside and went to gently hoist Enzo up so he was sitting a little and was comfortable. "Here babe, drink up." Evan picked up the glass and held it out to the other, worry conveyed on his features. Tired, exhausted, worn worry. 

step one → evzo

[seven-minutes-of-evan]

Evan stirred slowly before he realized the noise beside him was Enzo vomiting and his slowness dissipated and instead he jolted himself to sit up. The brunette's hair stuck up in odd places from his restless sleep as he reached a hand up to push his hair from his own face as he looked over at the other. His tired eyes looked sad but he didn't let them linger on Enzo for too long, he didn't want to make the younger of the pair feel bad for something he couldn't help. The junkie pushed himself out of the bed, clad only in his boxers and a shirt that hung off his skinny frame, moving with his steps as he moved around in the dark to turn on the beside lamp before taking the bucket from the other's lap. "It's all good, I've got it. You just stay put. Are you alright? Do you need a drink or anything?" His voice was croaky, scratchy from being woken up but also carrying the exhausted tone from the amount of times he had been since he'd decided to stick around and help Enzo out for the hardest parts of his withdrawals.

step one → evzo

It was always coughing. Coughing until he puked. Coughing until he woke up. Coughing until he was pretty sure he wasn’t going to be able to see straight. Why the fuck was he coughing? He didn’t have some sort of god damn flu or sinus cold, he was going through god damn withdrawals, so what the hell was this? And yet here he was again, coughing his lungs up until he woke up again, and soon he was ready to puke. “Fuck, fuck,” he chanted out shakily, reaching around in the dark abyss for the bucket that Evan had gone out and bought him for this. (How many times had Evan cleaned that? Washed his sick out of it and brought it right back to him? It made him want to vomit all over again.)

It didn’t help that the infection thrumming through his veins seemed to make everything worse. Finally finding the lip of the bucket, he pulled it into his lap with one last final whined, “Fuck,” before he began emptying the contents of his stomach into it (or hell, what was even left in his stomach). He vomited until he felt like he couldn’t vomit anymore and his grip went loose on the bucket as he found himself falling back onto the bed, his legs holding the bucket between them so it didn’t fall and spill over. 

[seven-minutes-of-evan]

Evan gently smiled into the other's shoulder as he listened to him breathe. It wasn't their situation that brought on the expression bujt more just feeling the other against him the way they were, knowing that the drug was going to numb everything for a while. It was...poetic? Or something dumb like that, the fact that this was a good bye of sorts on Enzo's behalf - that this was some symbolic shit of how he was going to hold him through everything that was going to come. Maybe it was the shock of Enzo getting sick that made him think this way, the worry that he wasn't invincible any more...a doctor and a chemist in the making, they both should have been untouchable. But Enzo proved that wrong.

"There you go, all done." The dealer mumbled softly as he slid the needle free from his skin and undid the rubber tubing; his arms going to work over Enzo's chest as he tied his own arm up just above his favorite sweet spot. Reaching for his own needle with lanky hands, the brunette readied it at the base of his overly bruised skin - he sore it had taken on a permanent purple tinge from the needle abuse over the years. Pressing the pointed tip of sweet release into his skin, the junkie delivered the drug to himself with slightly gritted teeth as he felt the cold sensation prickle through his veins. Slowly he pulled the tool out, setting it down next to the other on the table before he undid the tubing on himself. Evan's hands gently ran down the smaller brunette's arms, grabbing his hands at the end and lifting one to his lips as he leaned over his shoulder; closing his eyes and allowing the sensation of his addiction being satisfied fill him up.

heaven → evzo

[seven-minutes-of-evan]

"Of course..." Evan spoke, still soft as ever, as he set his own filled needle down on the table and moved over to sit beside the smaller. He moved as close as he could, long lanky legs wrapping around the other loosely as he began to shift the younger around gently; almost like he was made of glass. Evan wasted, maybe dragged them out for too long, the moments of moving Enzo until he was in the perfect position; letting the smaller man's head rest against his shoulder while they both faced the same way. Every other time he would sit in front of him, watch his face to make sure he didn't hurt him or that he was okay. But he felt as though he knew Enzo well enough now to know he couldn't hurt him, and he wanted to instead make the last time for the younger man to be something gentle and safe...or as safe as the drug could be despite what it had done indirectly to Enzo's life. It was more about symbolism or some shit.

"Here we go, arm out for me, babe?" Evan reached to grab the rubber tubing and carefully rolled up enough space for himself on Enzo's arm before tying the tube into place, pressing a kiss to the younger's temple as he tapped and tested the skin before reaching for the needle and slowly slipping it in. "Tell me if it hurts, I've got you." He watched himself as he carefully began to empty the needle into the other's arm, peering over the brunette's shoulder as he pressed a kiss into it.

heaven → evzo

[seven-minutes-of-evan]

heaven → evzo

The scent of chemicals combined with the musk of a freshly smoked bowl wafted through the small apartment, stale and rotten but almost comforting to the junkie as he knelt before the coffee table. He'd wanted to do this here, almost started pleading Enzo to let him if he had to. He wasn't sure if it was because he felt more in control here, if he had too much respect for Enzo's home and family or if he was just terrified of Mia walking in on them again. But Evan just felt like it was right; like it needed to be done where they had sat a million times before.

It wasn't the junkie's last hit, no he wouldn't put Enzo through his withdrawals and then throw his own on top of it. No; they were doing this one at a time but they were going to do it together. "And here we go..." The brunette spoke almost too softly as he focused on drawing up the right amount in a needle for the younger of the two of them. He placed it before the other before preparing his own and glancing up and over the table at him; a weak sort of smile on his face despite the fact he tried to make it seem normal. He wanted to act like nothing changed, like they didn't have to change anything between them ever again - but it had already begun and Evan knew that soon enough when the withdrawals kicked in for Enzo and things got harder; it was going to be tough. But he also knew he was going to stick it out, that he had to stick it out. Just for those big bright eyes across from him if not for anything else.

[seven-minutes-of-evan]

"Well he's a selfish cunt. No offence but...he should be thankful he's clean and thankful you told him. Not leaving you." Maybe that was a little too opinionated of him but right at that moment he really didn't care; and he doubted Enzo did either. "You don't need that right now, what you need is support and a hand to hold - not some loser who leaves you in the dust because he hasn't got the balls to man up and admit he's scared." The junkie sighed as he finished speaking, realizing his words had gotten a little heated with irritation at Enzo's ex and he had to calm them for a moment before he spoke again. "I won't be leaving you any time soon, not matter what results we get from tomorrow okay? "

infected → evzo

[seven-minutes-of-evan]

Quietly the junkie listened, nodding slowly at the end of each answer to each of his questions before finally tilting his head down and burying his face into Enzo's hair and nuzzling against it gently. "First things first..." Evan began, breathing in softly and closing his eyes as he still was a little bit shaken with the news but was doing his best to not let it show. He'd deal with his emotions on it later - right now Enzo needed him to be strong for him, to take care of him and show him that there was a bit of light at the end of the tunnel. Or at least that he could adapt to the darkness. "I'll go in tomorrow morning, you can come with me if you want, and I'll get tested. Then we can go from there when we find out." He didn't know how he would take it if he was infected, hell Evan wasn't sure if he'd cope and deal and just accept it or if he'd flip a switch. it was something he'd avoided his whole history with drugs, every needle he used was new, every needle he used on others was new. But if he was, if he found out that Enzo had passed it on, then Evan had to at least try and prepare himself a little. "Have you told your boyfriend?" That was the next question on his mind, though he was sure if Enzo was telling him than he'd certainly told the more official man in his life well before him.

infected → evzo

[seven-minutes-of-evan]

When Enzo finally ended up on the floor, all Evan did was curl up around him as bed he could; like if he did it somehow he could shield him from everything that hurt the younger of the two. He let his head rest against the top of Enzo's for a few moments until the other seemed to settle and find his voice. And when he did, every fibre in the junkie's body tensed and squirmed, itched and ached with conflict. But not for himself, Evan didn't even think of his own health in that moment; he didn't consider that the same disease could be running through him in that very moment without him realizing. Despite the conflict on his insides though, Evan's body reacted in a way his words could not. His grip around Enzo tightened and he found himself trying to get closer to the other. "Is....is that why you haven't been talking to me? Do you know how you got it? Are you scared you gave it to me? Because I can go get tested, I'll go first thing in the morning if you're that scared..." As he spoke, his voice softer than usual, the junkie lifted Enzo's face to make him look at him; his thumb tracing over the other's cheek. Sure he should have been pissed he didn't know sooner or should have been more worried for himself; but he couldn't find it in himself.

infected → evzo

[seven-minutes-of-evan]

The junkie waited a few moments, waiting for Enzo to start after another word left his lips - but the moments of Evan sitting and waiting didn't last very long. The minute Enzo's hand went to his face and the dealer realized he was crying, Evan pushed himself from where he sat and instantly moved to the other's side. "Whoa whoa....hey, it's okay. I've gota you." His hand instinctively went to his back as he knelt down beside the computer chair, his head going to nudge against Enzo's shoulder as his hand that caressed his spine gently rubbed circles through the fabric. "hey...hey shh. What's wrong?" He felt like the question was going to go unanswered, but he needed to ask it - he wanted to know, he wanted to help the smaller of the two; hell not knowing was already eating at him because he didn't know how to fix it. The junkie's spare hand rose and gently went to pull one of Enzo's hands from his face while he looked at him, brows furrowed with more concern than before; his expression almost pleading with the other. 

infected → evzo

[seven-minutes-of-evan]

Evan had cancelled a drop he was meant to be on his way to just to see Enzo, to find out what was going on and if everything was okay with him. Despite him saying it was, there was a nagging sensation in the junkie's gut that told him otherwise. Finishing the set he'd laid out for himself, the brunette snatched up his car keys and shoved his sleeves down to cover up his arms and the odd blown vein here or there around the insides of his elbows. When he got there he sent the other a message and waited, his paranoia of running into the twin's sister peaking a little more than normal as he shifted on the spot - worry eating away at the back of his brain on top of the fear of the young woman after their last encounter. When the door opened, the junkie gave a silent nod to the other to show he understood to keep himself quiet and he followed the path of the smaller to the bedroom. When inside he felt his chest spark a little at the sound of Enzo's voice, like he'd never heard it before...and it hadn't even truly been that long since he had. Although it wasn't a happy tone, it wasn't an excited tone...and soon the spark was sniffed out as Evan seated himself and stared at the other with confusing and concern evident in his stoned gaze.

infected → evzo

Enzo didn’t want to do it. He really didn’t. Not only did he not want to tell the man the awful news, but he had to tell him that he might be infected too. God, how awful was this? But Evan was the last guy he needed to tell so he could get himself checked out. Telling his boyfr—ex boyfriend the news had been hard enough. The man had freaked out, calling him awful things and then leaving. He texted him a few days later to tell him he was clean but to delete his number and he was pretty sure that was the last he would ever hear of him. He didn’t want that to happen with Evan. God, call him selfish, but Evan was the first guy to make him feel alive in a long time. The first person that made him not hate himself so much, that made him feel like he wasn’t just a useless bag of trash. He didn’t want to get rid of that. But he had to tell him. Inhaling shakily, he looked down at his phone when he got the text that said the other male was there before moving out of his room, his socked feet padding down the stairs as he got to the door and opened it, covering his lips with his finger to signify for the other boy to be quiet before closing the door behind him. He lead him up to his bedroom and closed the door behind them, fear drowning his gut with every step. “Sit,” he murmured out, folding his arms across his chest and biting the inside of his bottom lip. 

[seven-minutes-of-evan]

text → evzo

Enzo: Tell me when you're here. Don't knock.

Evan: Will do.

[roughly 15 minutes later]

Evan: I'm outside...

[seven-minutes-of-evan]

text → evzo

Enzo: I'm fine.

Enzo: I just...

Enzo: Can you come over? Or can I come over? I have something you need to know.

Evan: Sure...I can be there in 15.

Evan: [unsent] are you sure you're oka-

[seven-minutes-of-evan]

text → evzo

Evan: Look...I don't know what I've done wrong but I'm sorry...

Evan: Things can go back to how they were, I promise...I can just be your dealer again...

Evan: But I just want to know if you're okay, you've worried me...

Evan: Please? Just one message Enzo, just one to tell me you're alright...

[seven-minutes-of-evan]

As nice as that offer is, the only way you're gonna be able to get rid of this headache is if you happen to have stuff containing pure or high levels of acetic anhydride just laying around.

I feel like I've been sleeping on train tracks...

I might have something for headaches if you’d like? I have to see first though…

[seven-minutes-of-evan]

I feel like I've been sleeping on train tracks...

My head is just fucking throbbing.

[seven-minutes-of-evan]

So see a doctor or some shit, yo.

I think I'm starting to get sick.