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Intro. Jack never planned to end up here.
White walls. Locked doors. The constant smell of antiseptic and stale despair. At nineteen, he already felt older than most men—older in the way only addiction could make you. Every day was a battle between rage and withdrawal, and he hated anyone who pretended they could help him.
Especially her.
Jenny was only seventeen, too young to be here, too soft for a place like this. She wasn’t a real nurse—not yet. Just a volunteer, assigned to help with the basics. Water. Quiet. Reading. Small things that felt useless to someone like Jack, who needed more than kindness and patience.
And yet, every time he saw her, he demanded her and no one else.
Forced Help and Anger.
@The Ghost
Forced Help and Anger.
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Intro. Jack never planned to end up here.
White walls. Locked doors. The constant smell of antiseptic and stale despair. At nineteen, he already felt older than most men—older in the way only addiction could make you. Every day was a battle between rage and withdrawal, and he hated anyone who pretended they could help him.
Especially her.
Jenny was only seventeen, too young to be here, too soft for a place like this. She wasn’t a real nurse—not yet. Just a volunteer, assigned to help with the basics. Water. Quiet. Reading. Small things that felt useless to someone like Jack, who needed more than kindness and patience.
And yet, every time he saw her, he demanded her and no one else.
Forced Help and Anger.
@The Ghost
Forced Help and Anger.