Title: Going 90
Status: Complete
Characters: Naser, Fang, Ripley, Samantha
Rating: SFW
Classification: One-Shot 
Author: hyi
Summary: Naser has really had enough of his "perfect" life at this point. Tired of being the definition of the perfect student, tired of being the track star, tired of being the perfect boyfriend, he just wants it all to stop. Just for a little while. Luckily, one of his teammates on the track team may have a solution.

[PRE-NOTES]
little one shot i wrote in maybe an hour in the morning before work
[/PRE-NOTES]

Another shitty day at school. Like normal. Worrying about tests. Worrying about if the track team would qualify for Nationals this year. Naomi talking my fucking ear off about some shit I didn't really care about. But, me being me, I have to keep up the 'good boyfriend' act or I'd feel bad. I fucking hate this. I hate my life. Why do I have to be the perfect one? It's not fucking fair. All because Fang decided she wanted to be non-binary or whatever and basically throw away her life for her shitty band. So now, all of the expectation falls on me. The runt of the family. So fucking stupid.

Sighing, I threw my backpack down next to my bed and unzipped it. Lately, I've had a hard time dealing with all the stress that comes with being the perfect student. I talked with one of my teammates on the track team and they pointed me in the direction of someone that would be able to help. He gave me a number, told me it was his dealer. He had some shit that would be able to help, he told me. I had no idea he had a dealer…that was kinda fucked up. He was one of our star sprinters, and he was a druggie? He didn't look like a druggie whatsoever. He was lean, yeah, but not like…skeletal or anything. He assured me that he wasn't doing carfe, or anything that'd show up on a drug test. Maybe it was some herbal shit? I had no idea…

Before I set off from school, I whipped out my phone. Was I really gonna do this? After mulling over the possibilities for a while, I opened my messaging app and sent a text to the number he had given me.
'yo! …gave me ur number.'
'yo'
'you got anything to help with stress?'
'ye i got some shit'
'come to my place ill hook u up cuz ur …s bro'
He sent me an address, and I punched it into Google Maps. Five minutes from the parking lot, not bad.

Right on time, I pull up to…a dilapidated looking house. Was this the right place? I whip out my phone and was typing another message before I saw someone open the door and make their way over to my car. A gray ankylosaurus, tall, buff. I wouldn't wanna fuck with this dude, he looks like he would turn me into a pancake. I roll my window down.

"Yo!"
"Yo, wassup? You …'s bro?"
"Yeah, that's me. How much?"
"10 each, bro. This is some good shit."
He reaches into his hoodie pocket and pulls out a little baggie of blue pills. They looked pretty small, honestly. It looked like there were five of them. I reached over to the center console where I had my wallet and fished out two twenties and a ten, pretty much the last big bills in there. Oh well, anything if it'll help me not want to fucking kill myself.
I handed over the bills, he handed over the baggie, and with a fistbump I was on my way back home.

I was now laid up in bed, blanket covering me after I stripped down to my boxers. I had planned on just taking a nap after school, but now I wanted see what these little pills could do for me. It felt really fuckin' weird, being the police commissioner's son and buying pills from a shady dude. Surely, he had to know who I was right?

Pushing that thought out of my head, I turn my attention to the little baggie of blue pills sitting on my bedside table. I picked them up and inspect them through the bag. They looked kinda cool, honestly. They weren't pure blue, they had little grains of white and blue that turned it into a baby blue color from a distance. They had some things stamped into them. Looked like the letter 'M' and '150' right below it. I didn't really know what that meant. Opening the baggie, I gave it a cursory little sniff. Didn't really smell like much, it had a generic chalky medicine smell like a bottle of ibuprofen would have. I poured them out onto the bedside table, and grabbed two. I usually have to take several ibuprofen for it to have any effect on anything that was aching, so I assumed these would be the same.

I popped both of them in my mouth and chewed. The absolutely awful taste hit my tongue almost immediately. It tasted extremely bitter, like ibuprofen but a hundred times worse. I had gotten used to swallowing ibuprofen without water, but I needed something to get this fucking taste out of my mouth. I grabbed my water bottle and started chugging, but the taste wouldn't leave. I shuddered, God it tasted fucking horrible.

I decided to throw on some music to distract me from the horrid taste that was assaulting my mouth. The new Kanye album quietly emanated from the speaker system in my room, one of my Christmas gifts from last year. It was fuckin' so totally rad. I switched from my music app to Snapchat and decided to hit some people up waiting for these little blue pills to kick in.

A few hours later, it felt like I had melted into the sheets on my bed. It felt like my blanket, my bed, and I had melted together and created the perfect, warm paradise. I felt like I was getting the best, warmest hug ever. Everything was in slow motion, even my music. I felt…content. I was happy, ecstatic even, for the first time in a long while. Everything felt perfect.

I reached over to my bedside table (very slowly) to grab another pill. Even just the act of moving my arm, feeling it rub against my blanket, felt fucking incredible. These little blue pills…they were able to get me feeling this good? I could get used to that…I pop it in my mouth and start to chew it. It didn't taste as bad as earlier, strange. I let the mixture of crushed-up pill and my saliva marinate in my mouth. Pressing it against my gums and letting it lay underneath my tongue for a while before swallowing it. This is fucking awesome. I'm so fucking happy. I'm not worrying about school, track, my parents, what I'm gonna do for college…Much needed relief. I don't know how I even lasted this long without snapping or doing something stupid. This was such an easy solution to my problems, and cheap too.

I felt the third pill kick in relatively quickly compared to the first two. Was it quickly..? I didn't really have a sense of time, everything was going so, so slowly. I look down at my blanket-covered form and realized my chest wasn't really moving much. But I definitely felt like I was breathing. Weird. Whatever, it's not important. I don't really know how long these pills last so I might as well just focus on how good they're making me feel. I wasn't even really listening to the music I put on anymore. I try and pick up my phone to turn it off, and I could barely even wrap my hand around it, let alone press the power button. Eventually, I was able to get the lockscreen to come up, and after a few failed attempts to press the 'pause' button, the music that was flowing into the room from my speaker system ceased. I was left with the relative quiet of my room.

Aside from what sounded like gasping coming from somewhere. It sounded really close by…weird. My breathing didn't really feel normal now that I was able to focus on it. Whatever. It probably wasn't an issue. Without music to distract me, I suddenly realized I was extremely tired. With every passing second, it became increasingly hard to keep my eyes open. I didn't want to miss even a moment of this total bliss, so I tried to fight to keep them open. It was really hard…I heard slow footsteps coming up the stairs, and then a gentle knock at my door.

"Naser, honey? Dinner is ready!" Of course, it was my fucking mom. Fuck off. I'm trying to enjoy myself here. I gathered the strength to let out a groan, hopefully letting her know that I was asleep. It felt like she lingered at the door for a few seconds before walking back downstairs.

At this point, I couldn't hear gasping anymore. Or…anything really, for that matter. My chest felt really, really heavy. My eyes were getting heavier and heavier. I guess taking a little nap wouldn't be so bad. I let my eyes shut, and I drift off…

 

Almost as immediately as I fell asleep, I felt like someone had taken all of the air out of my body. It felt like there was a vacuum shoved down my throat, stealing all the oxygen out of my lungs. My eyes shoot open, and I instinctively gasp for air. I struggle to take more breaths between the coughing fits. My head felt like it had been run over by a fucking truck. Everything hurt. The light in the room was almost blinding. Only then, did I notice that I was no longer in my room. Where the fuck was I..? Then I noticed the swarm of people over me. Dinos and humans both, clad in hospital scrubs and face masks. They looked like they were scrambling to do…something. I blinked, and started looking around. Yeah, I was in a hospital room or something. I saw Mom and Dad, and Fang. They were sitting next to the bed. What happened..? My chest still felt extremely heavy, so breathing was a real chore. Why was it so hard to breathe..?
Everything was so loud. The beeping of machines. People talking over each other. I could hear someone sobbing in the background of all of it. My brain felt like it was in overdrive. I was able to hear bits and pieces of their conversations.
"...we've got him. He's back…"
"...six shots of Narcan…nearly didn't make it…"
"...how many times did he redose?..."
"...aspirated…clean his mouth out?..."
"Blood oxygen…still rising…60%..."

"C'mon buddy. Just breathe…" One of the nurses was looking straight at me. Her eyes were soft, understanding. But also somber at the same time.
I decided that would be a good idea. I try and focus all of my energy on inflating and deflating my lungs with sweet, sweet air. Slowly, the heavy feeling in my chest dissipated. Clapping sounds and cheers filled the air around me. I winced at the sudden loud noise. Slowly my hearing was coming back.

"We've got you, alright? You're gonna be okay, Naser. Do you know what happened?"
One of the doctors that was crowded around me was talking to me. I tried to shake my head no, but I was so weak and tired. I think he got the message, though.
"You overdosed. You were dead for almost four minutes. But, we brought you back. Took a hell of a lot of Narcan, but we did it. Just breathe, you're gonna be okay kid."
Overdosed..?
…Holy shit. I fucking overdosed.
I was fucking DEAD. For four whole minutes, I was dead. Suddenly, my world came crashing down around me. I couldn't believe it. What the fuck was in those pills..?

I managed to gather the strength, and the oxygen, to ask him something.
"What…what do you mean, overdosed..?"
"From what your parents told us…you took too many pills. Do you know what was in them? Do you remember where you got them from?"
I shook my head no.
"We're running tests on them right now. From what it looks like at the moment, they're fentanyl and a few other compounds..."
Holy shit.
"...You are very lucky. If a human had taken these, they would've been dead before they took a second."

It slowly became clear to me that I was hearing my mother sob. I looked over to them. Dad was looking extremely worried. I'd never seen him like that before. Mom was kneeling on the floor beside him, head in her arms as she cried into him. Fang looked equal parts uncomfortable and anxious. She didn't even have her phone out. I realized then that I fucked up, supremely. There isn't a word in the English language that accurately describes how bad I fucked up. I couldn't imagine what they thought of me now. Their little star student, the track star, now a fucking junkie. Raptor Jesus Christ, it felt so fucking horrible. The shame hit me in waves, my eyes teared up. I couldn't stop the tears from flowing, thinking of ways I could ask for forgiveness from them. I wasn't sure if I even could be forgiven for doing this.

I'm sorry, Mom.
I'm sorry, Dad.
I'm sorry, Fang.
I fucked up.



[POST-NOTES]
thank you for reading, and thank you for being the FIRST reader mr. dj billybool best dj in the world without needing tricks