Does Reid Get Addicted To Drugs Novels & Stories

“Just tell me what’s wrong. If the doctor is guilty, I’ll take care of him. I hate dragging this out.” Reed remained silent, still shaken. It wasn’t until Cedrissa spoke up that he found his voice. “Please, tell us what’s wrong.” “Okay,” Reed said, his voice barely above a whisper. He gulped, his eyes darting toward Cedrissa while avoiding Alaric’s intense gaze. “The medicine he’s been taking is sedatives.” “Sedatives?” Cedrissa repeated, her tone laced with surprise. Reed nodded solemnly. “Yes. The medicine isn’t meant to cure his injury, but to exacerbate it. I think the doctor’s goal is to weaken his muscles so he’ll never walk again.”

“They’ve done it before. And they’re betting on political pressure to bury your case before it reaches trial.” Sophia didn’t sit. She stood across from him, her voice cold. “And are you going to let them?” Reed didn’t answer immediately. He rubbed his eyes, as if trying to scrub away years of guilt. “I have a wife,” he said finally. “Two kids in college. You don’t know what it’s like—what Marcus can do when he decides you’re in his way.” “I do,” Sophia said. “Better than you think.” Reed’s eyes met hers for the first time. “I was part of the approval process, yes. But I didn’t know about the injections. The memory suppression drug. That wasn’t in the files I signed.”

"We use instruments. Instruments don't make mistakes. They wouldn't have been able to detect anything if you weren't taking the medication. And judging by the numbers, you've been taking the medication for a long time." I tensed my back nervously, completely frightened by Dr. Patterson's words. "By the way, Doctor, I recently developed a sex addiction. Could that have affected the test results?" Dr. Patterson's expression grew even more serious. He took the report and examined it carefully for a moment. Suddenly, he realized, "You don't have a sex addiction. The symptoms of your condition are simply a result of the stimulants you've been taking." My brain buzzed like a bolt of lightning. Wha

He poured me some and I downed it in one go, wincing as it burned my throat going down. “Slow down. It’s over seventy percent alcohol,” Reid warned. “Pour me another, boy.” He obliged and then drank straight from the bottle. The burn helped. It wasn’t enough though but it was something. Reid leaned back against the kitchen counter, his arms folded. His jaw was tense, and his eyes were on me, but not in a weird way. Just… tired. Like someone who’d finally seen what he already knew. “She made me think I was the problem,” he said after a moment.

LIAM'S POV "There's new information." Reid said to me the second day after I was absolutely sure that Mavin was mine. "Talk to me." "In her report, it said she had or has a drug problem." "Yeah." "It isn't true." He sighed and sat down. "I dug deeper and found a boyfriend of hers. It seems serious between them. Anyway, he's the one with a drug problem, so she picked up gambling to help him pay. Anyway, he dumped her a few weeks ago and ran off with her last win."

And the next thing Ethan removed Aiden from his business and as well as the mansion. Whatever savings Aiden had from earlier, he started using them in getting drugs. His wife, Laya left him forever only to get him even more addicted to drugs and all. When Ethan saw him like this, he forcefully sent him in a rehab at some point. After spending lots of time in the rehab, Aiden was brought back in the mansion but he had confined himself in his room for almost all the time. He wasn't talking to anyone no matter how much they tried. Ethan thought of talking to Cannon about him for once but couldn't get himself to do it.

I ignored her and kept on driving, and she ignored me as well. But after a while, she spoke up and told me how she got addicted to hard drugs after I left, and how she caught Riley in my suite screwing those girls while they were unconscious. His boys brought the girls in, and it seems like they always help him get the girls from clubs. They get them unconscious and they bring them back to him to use as he pleases.

And that until a couple of years ago, he didn’t remember anything because he was so high on drugs that he just ignored it. Devin then started to tell me about his struggles and his battle against his drugs addiction, and how Harry was necessary for his recovery. He tells me how he was in and out of rehab more times than he cares to admit. He tells me how his parents disowned him when the police found him in an underground party high as a kite. I feel so bad for him. And I definitely understand how he got too attached to Harry and why Harry cares so much for Devin. They've been through a lot together.

I took a sip before I started. "Fuck, okay, fair enough. Well, I started taking Xanax when I was 14, and then it escalated to Percocet, Molly, and then Coke, so when my teachers started doing a follow-up on why my eyes were always somewhat red, they found drugs in my system. Then I got sent to rehab, and then I got out, and I just started doing them again. So I'm just struggling to get clean," I said, taking another sip, and he looked at me as if I had just killed his dog. "Jeez, Bell, are you even supposed to be drinking?" he asked with a frown. He reached for the mug in my hand, but I slapped his hand away.

The energy's shifted from loud to loose, that post-dinner haze settling in like fog. "You look wiped," Riley says, eyeing me. "Perpetual state." I rub my neck. "But good wiped." She nods. "Better than before." Before hangs there, unspoken. The hollow months after the ritual, when everything felt gray and distant. Ryan glances up casually. "Oh, yeah, forgot to mention. My ethics prof threw us a case on pack corps. Guess whose empire made the cut." My mug pauses mid-lift. "Ryan." "Not digging up ghosts. Just... weird seeing it in print. Company's killing it. Profits through the roof."