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 Prescription Problems, Tag: Abel Jensen, Dorien Spade
Colton Spade
 Posted: Feb 22 2018, 12:37 AM
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Accidents happened, right?


And it was just one of those things.


One of those times.


A forgetful moment.


One too many pills.


One too many drinks.


It were nearly six in the evening. The sun had begun to set, the town of Lochland Grove was starting to settle into it's evening plans. It didn't have the hustle and bustle of the city. Lacked the constantly blaring sirens cutting through the night like ill omens. It had always, in some way even when the murders had started, held it's own sort of serenity. Small town life. It moved at a different pace.


They'd had plans to shake it up. Abel had talked him into hitting up a local bar. Just a few drinks. Just to get him out of his apartment. But damn he had been doing so much getting out that Colton, really, just wanted to stay in. But by the time he had talked himself into the idea of calling off the night, he'd already showered, shaved, and decided that he couldn't bail on Abel. For all the downfalls the guy had- he was still one of Colt's closest friends. He knew Abel just wanted him out of the house purely to get him out and about---- or maybe it was because he was a pretty good fucking wingman and Abel knew he could ride that damn sympathy train right beside Colt and probably end up with a date in his bed. Not that he needed the help, but it wouldn't have stopped him from playing the part of caring friend seeing to it that his buddy didn't spend another boring night at home.


At the time he'd come out of the bathroom there had been a few hours wait for Abel to get off work. Which had been fine by Colton because he had needed a rest. For some ungodly reason he had allowed himself not only to walk extra around the precinct that day, but had also plodded along beside Dorien for an entire thirty minutes walking Tyto earlier that morning. And then there he was, still planning on going out. It was like he were a glutton for pain.

He'd dressed minorly- basketball shorts and his 'comfort' hoodie, as Dorien liked to call it. No brace, no messing around with pants. It wouldn't kill Abel if he over slept a little and had to struggle to get dressed later. Sure the guy might have groaned about it but whatever. He sat on his bed, flicked on the television, and took a few pain pills. Washed that down with Jack, because, yeah, it was a great idea, right? Well it helped him sleep and as he had zero pot on hand it would have to do. Never mind the bottled water in the house, or the one sitting on his bedside table, open. He dozed for nearly an hour before he became agitated with his blatter's sudden need to express itself.


A trip to the bathroom was taken. He returned, took a few more pills, washed it down with a little more Jack, and laid back on his bed. The pain in his leg and hips remained- a dull pulse that refused to let him sleep. Again he indulged the ache with more medication. And again, one last time after that, because he couldn't recall if he'd taken it or not, but felt the ache even more furiously- or so he had thought.



It was time for Abel to arrive.

Colton lay on his bed, head and shoulders propped up by two pillows, body above the blankets, barely moving--- and exceptionally pale. Skitters, at the first sound of someone at the door, took his worried and irritated meowing to the front door. He practically yowled at it--- mostly because his furdaddy hadn't yet fed him for the evening, but also because said slave was not moving an inch to feed him now.

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Abel Jensen
 Posted: Feb 23 2018, 11:59 PM
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Drinking was always something that Abel was up for, it didn't really matter who he was with either so long as the other person could hold their liquor decent enough. Colt was pretty good at that and he was a fuckin' awesome wingman too. He didn't know what it was about the guy but Filly damn near lived in the 'friend-zone' with all these fine as fuck chicks and if Colt wasn't going to take them for a roll in the sheets then Abel sure as shit was. Mean… that was just what a good friend was supposed to do, right? Pfffffft. Okay, so probably fuckin' not… but whatever, it was what Abel did and his bestie hadn't ever really had shit to say about it beyond calling him a ho and that was just fine by him.

Regardless of the chicks that the two of them could reign in together, Colton had been Abel's first and favorite drinking buddy. Fuck, even before they were anywhere near old enough to drink the two of them had been getting blitzed together and covering it up when parents started asking questions. They knew all too well how to shake their sleepy town up and with Abel being out of his cast now, he had decided that he was yanking Filly out of his hovel for a much needed 'guys night'… though he might call it a bro date just to annoy Colt if he felt like it.

After a typical day of exercise and work, he'd showered and readied himself for the night ahead that had all the promise of a hangover in the morning and climbed into the cab of his truck, because he couldn't see Filly riding bitch, and headed over to Winghaven. His truck was left near the entrance to the building and he'd stuffed his keys into his pocket as he found the stairwell and hurried up them two at a time.

He was somewhat surprised to find the door locked when he rattled the handle but figured the text he had sent prior to leaving his house had spurred Filly into action and he'd been too busy getting ready to unlock it. Fuck it, Abel had a key and he dug it out of his pocket and stuffed it into the lock as the sound of impatient mewing came from the other side. With the door unlocked and opened, he stepped inside and eyed the cat who had immediately started brushing against his legs. "Skitty Kitty, where's Filly?" The cat only meowed at him again and Abel ended up half hoping over the fur-ball in his attempt to find his buddy.

Though, when he did manage to find his way into the other's room and see the guy passed out on his bed he almost wished he'd stayed with Skitters… Almost. "Filly?" The eerily still and pale body on the bed said that there was clearly something wrong but Abel was hopeful that it was maybe… fuck, the lighting or something… he didn't fucking know. Without taking his eyes off the other he moved to the bed and lightly patted the man's cheek in hope of any reaction. This was not what he wanted to deal with right now but he shoved aside his rising anxiety and focused on the unconscious form of his friend.

"Colt? C'mon, get up…" There was a pleading edge to his voice but he was managing not to completely lose his shit in the moment. Fingers moving to the other's wrist, he checked for a pulse, sighing softly when he'd found it and trying to figure out what the hell he was going to do now.

It took only a matter of seconds for a plan to formulate in his mind and he was putting that into action immediately after he'd decided it was what he was doing. He hated this shit. Anything that felt too remotely serious gave him the overwhelming urge to flee but right now, for Colton, he knew he couldn't do that. So, he scooped the guy up as gently as he could, grabbed the man's wallet and phone from the bedside table and made his way back out of the apartment, pulling doors forcefully shut behind him with his foot. He was getting Colt to the hospital and he wasn't waiting for an ambulance… fuck anyone that tried to stop him either.


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Colton Spade
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As expected, or possibly unexpected, there was absolutely no fight from Colton when he were hoisted up into the other's arms. No grumble of embarrassment, no cringe of pain as his legs hung limply and pulled muscles tight, straining the pins embedded in his bones. His form was limp, his breathing exceptionally shallow, and his pulse weak.


When Abel worked his way out the door, Skitters took the opportunity to dart out just before it closed. Now the feline didn't mean to make a nuisance of himself, but he still hadn't been fed. Also there was something clearly wrong with his stupid hyooman, who had forgotten to feed him. When Abel had first entered the house Skitters had followed him, nearly tripped him, and then even followed Abel into the bedroom and leapt onto the bed. When Abel had hoisted Colton up, Skitters had attempted to cling onto Colt's hoodie but failed. Dang kitten weight- you would think after five years it would go away! But, regardless, he had remained hot on Abel's heels as his automatic snack feeder was carried outside, and even slinked his way into the truck cab while Abel no doubt struggled to get the dead weight of his best friend into it.



Colton hadn't ever really forseen this as something that would happen. It wasn't like he had ever planned to over dose, despite his increasing his pill intake. But at some point in all this, maybe when one of his doctors had become suspicious of possible substance abuse, Colton had been handed a prescription for Naloxone. He'd filled it, somewhat moodily at the time, but had gone home and tossed it into his dresser without a second thought. Or was it his medicine cabinate? ... or his bedside table?

Where ever it was, he'd mentioned it in passing to Abel. That in case there were ever an accident, he had it on hand. Somewhere at least. Weather or not Abel remembered to go back for it was, well, to be seen. Was it worth jolting in doors to rummage for? Were the seconds too precious to waste on the search? Surely the hospital would have a dose? Did Abel even realize


When Abel did get on the road, he'd find himself pretty quickly tailed by LGPD, lights flashing, siren on. It was a small town. Speeding was a serious crime sometimes!

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Abel Jensen
 Posted: Feb 24 2018, 01:14 AM
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Colt wasn't exactly fat, but he damned sure wasn't as little as he'd been in high school either even if it had been mostly muscle then. Whatever. Abel could tell, as if he couldn't before, that something was indeed wrong by the distinct lack of struggle from his friend. Filly wasn't the kind to enjoy things like this unless he was completely shit-faced and even then it was hit or miss. If he had struggled, it still wouldn't have stopped Abel from hugging the man to his chest and shuffling him out the door because blue was not a normal fucking color for a person to be and okay, yeah, he had been told about Filly's prescription but he was taking the fucker to the hospital regardless and that was easier than rummaging through drawers.

Out of the apartment, down the hall and the stairs, and into the truck and through all of this he'd been too busy with Colt to notice Skitty Kitty tailing along behind him. At least, he hadn't noticed the fuzz ball until after he'd struggled to buckle Colt into the seat and thrown himself behind the wheel to peel out onto the road and by that point, the cat was likely stowed away under the seat in terror.

Zero to sixty in like seven seconds… maybe that wasn't impressive but for his sorta beat up truck it was and it was way over the speed limit too. Pfft, the flashing red and blue in his rear view was testament enough to that but Abel wasn't about to slow down. Nope… Instead, he fished either his or Filly's phone out of his pocket, whichever came first, and dialed the nearest emergency room to alert them that he was bringing in a possible od because that made sense, right? He was giving the vehicle's description to the nurse on the phone when the other phone began to ring. Mumbling a string of curses into the woman's ear he tried to dig out the other device and rolled his eyes at the name on the screen. Dustin. Of course, it was Dusty.

"…Not the best time for a booty call." Wait… was this his phone or Colt's? Oh well. He hung up with the hospital and tried to focus on what Dustin wanted without slowing down any.

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Colton Spade
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Colton was, clearly, unresponsive for the entirety of the trip to the hospital. He wouldn't recall Abel finding him, wouldn't remember Abel speeding through their small hometown, and wouldn't remember what came next. Couln't have possibly described the pain of his head hitting the passenger window when Abel took a turn too fast- but he'd probably question the large lump on his head later.

Skitters, meanwhile, did what most cats did upon entering a moving vehicle. Began to wail at the top of his kitty cat lungs, claws dug into the carpet under Abel's seat. Ffffffffffuuuucccckkkk this had been a bad idea. No tin of kitty food was worth this!

Dustin had questioned Abel for all of thirty seconds before it were clear this were an emergency. His lights remained on and with a boost from the gas petal was able to over take the truck in front of him and give Abel a much safer route to the hospital- and by safer it mean't an escorted one. No risk of being pulled over by another officer and less likely to cause an accident.


The jostling around hadn't helped Colt exactly. As bad off as he was, as he were being dragged out of Abel's truck cab, he'd aspirated on vomit. Thankfully, though, the hospital was prepared for their arrival. It were a flurry of action- once Colton had been cleared of as much vomit as possible the E.R. staff was already putting him on his back on the stretcher, pulling his jaw open, and inserting a tube after checking his throat. Dustin arrived shortly after they'd begun to wheel Colton away, but instead of following along he hung back by Abel, listening to the E.R. nurse question him as they had likely done over the phone-- incase anything had changed-- What had happened to Colton? Did Abel know if he had taken anything? Did he find any pill bottles? Had Colton been drinking? The list went on and on. Dustin's gaze followed his nephew until he pushed Abel to follow the nurse into the trauma bay, "I'll move your truck. You need to talk to them." Entirely unaware Skitters had gone along for a ride.


Skitters, meanwhile, was frozen with fear under the seat. Too frozen to make a break for it when the door swung open, although he did swipe a paw at an offending male nurse who had gotten too close while getting Colt out of the truck.



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Abel Jensen
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None of this had been Abel's to-do list for the day, he had been hoping for a much more relaxed and enjoyable night with his bestie but the guy, clearly, had other plans. Not that he was fuckin' blaming the other or anything but… this was all just a fucking mess at the moment and Abel was trying to shut down all his 'anti-drama' instincts to makes sure that Colt got taken care of because he'd be damned if he was going to abandon someone who was practically a brother to him. Nah, fuck that, Colt was a brother to him.

So, he quickly filled Dustin in on what he had found when he'd gone to Filly's apartment and gratefully accepted the escort to the hospital because it was a hell of a lot safer than trying to weave through traffic on his own… fuckin' lights n' sirens meant everyone else had tp get the hell out of the way. It probably wasn't as smooth as an ambulance ride would have been but that wasn't intentional, Abel just wasn't the sort who could just sit idly around while he waited for an ambulance. Nope, action was better.

Not that driving had kept him from fidgeting all that much really but he felt more productive at least. Productive and fucking confused as to why his truck was meowing hysterically but he figured that a stowaway situation had happened… like he needed anything else to worry about right fucking now, but he'd deal with it once Colt was with the doctors.

That's what he had intended on anyway but Dusty said he needed to talk to the doctors. His mind briefly entertained the idea of trying to get Dustin to agree to a quickie in an empty room or something but figured it was probably too soon for that and took his advice instead. After handing his keys over he followed the nurse to fill her in on everything he could recall about the state of things. He had remembered seeing pill bottles but didn't know what they were and there was a pretty drained, if not empty, bottle of booze nearby too.

When he'd finished answering all the questions they had for him he was directed to a small lobby where he could wait and dropped himself heavily into a chair. He was trying to ignore the fact that he should call Mama Spade or Dor… or someone to tell them what had happened but he was so fucking bad at the heavy emotional shit that he was kind of fuckin' floundering over it and half hoped Dustin would do it when he came back with his keys.

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Dorien Spade
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Abel hadn't had to worry about calling Mama Spade- thankfully Dustin took care of making the important phone call to his brother as he pulled the door open to Abel's truck. What he hadn't been expect, once in the truck and driving it across the parking lot, was for Abel's fucking monster under the seat to attack the back of his ankle. Dustin wasn't a cat kind of guy. At all. He disliked the furry things as a general rule after watching a mother cat bite the heads off her newly born kittens as a child. As an adult he now understood (if only thanks to Google) why the cat had done this, but regardless they just fucking creeped him out since then. So when the back of his ankle was attacked he just about wrecked the fucking truck but managed to keep his shit together enough to give the creature under the seat a solid back kick instead of shooting it--- which is how he discovered it was a cat under the seat and not, in fact, some crazy monster. The yeowl the thing had let out was enough for him to know it was a cat. He made an effort not to let it out as he exited the truck and got off the phone with Jacob, who would be arriving shortly.


As much as he wanted to stay and check in on Colton, he was still on duty. Just as he was jogging back up to the emergency entrance he was met by a flustered looking Dorien, who nearly ran past him in his hurry. "James!" Dorien slammed on his breaks, his boots squeaking on the tile floor of the entry as he spun around mid-stop. "Here!" His uncle tossed him the keys to a truck, but in a flash Dorien had recognized them as Abel's keys. There was a short exchange of 'wtf' and 'what happened' in which Dustin had only told Dorien to go in, that he had to go back to the station first. At the very least he could have made a call but he also understood there was nothing he could do for his nephew at current, so taking the time to clear his head and get back to the station was the route taken.

Dorien came bolting into the waiting room so quickly that he caught the rib-height counter in the chest as he stopped, grunted, and then patted the counter quickly as he spoke. He didn't even register Abel's existence until the hospital staff behind the counter directed him to sit until they had information to give him- which they currently had none considering the nurse who had spoken with Abel had yet to enter information. Dorien, however, was sent to sit with a clipboard and pen to help fill in any missing information he could about his brother. "Abel!" Dorien was surprised to see him, even though he had known Abel had to be there since he were holding his keys. "My friend called me," A worker at the hospital who had recognized Colt- the good thing and bad thing about living in a small town was almost everyone knowing each other. Dorien moved over to Abel but instead of sitting down he paced back and forth several times, then finally threw himself into a seat beside his sometimes-lover. He stared at the clipboard with little more emotion than dread.



There would be little information given to them, even as updates, until nearly an hour later. By then most of the family had arrived, including Dustin still in uniform. Mama was of course beside herself with worry over her youngest boy, but by the time she had arrived Dorien had managed to get himself into an outward appearance of being calm and collected about the entire ordeal. Inwardly that was not the case at all.

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Colton Spade
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Shit had.... hit the fan when Mama Spade arrived. The woman was somewhat beside herself with both worry and anger. Worry for her son-- how had this happened? What was going on? And anger towards him-- Was he stupid? Why would he do that? Why wouldn't he just ask for more help? And then her mood was turned on any who dare approach her at the wrong moment. Jacob bore the brunt of his wife's mood, as usual, but he understood that all of her anger stemmed from worry. Eventually he would take her out of the waiting room when she began to question the nurse behind the counter on constant updates about her son and when she jumped down the throat of a Resident Doctor when he had no answers for her. This left behind a few of her other children, including Dorien, sitting in the waiting room.


Eventually the head doctor on Colton's case came around and spoke to Mama and Jacob hours after they had all arrived at the hospital.

When the pair returned to the waiting area where their family had gathered, Jacob spoke, one arm around his wife, "Colton overdosed on opiates, most likely his pain medication and... his blood alcohol level was..." a quick sigh, "off the charts...." He briefly looked towards Dorien, but then looked at each of his present children or family in turn, "He's had his stomach pumped, they've given him something to counteract the medications he took, and he's now resting." There was a short pause before he looked at Abel and pulled his wife closer to his side, "He'd likely be gone if you hadn't found him, Abel." There was a struggle behind Jacob Spade's blue eyes. As if he knew every bit of trouble Abel and Colton had ever gotten into, and every bit of the drinking the pair had done as of late. Mama's lower lip wibbled at the idea of her youngest boy laying flat in his bed, or worse, flat in a coffin. Dark eyes teared up and she sniffed loudly to suppress it.


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Abel Jensen
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Fuck… this was… fuck. This was hellish for several reasons but the heaviest one being that his friend, his best fucking friend, was lying in a fucking emergency room unconscious and… FUCK. Abel was pacing when Dorien got there and so wrapped in worry and angst that he hadn't noticed the guy until the call of his name drew him back to reality.

He was still in the waiting room, this was still real and terrifying and… glassy brown eyes transfixed on Dor as the older Spade came to sit beside him in the waiting room of helplessness. He had opened his mouth several times to speak but couldn't find anything worth saying and just ended up squirming in his seat as his mind wandered to Colton. They'd been through damn near everything together and… fuck… he needed to get out of here. He wanted a drink and a distraction more than he ever had before but it wasn't exactly possible as the seats around him began to fill with various members of his second family.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

It was too much… way too much. Mama was… a mess and that was just hard as hell. Mean... They all were a bit wrecked from this, including himself, but he didn't do this shit… he hated things like this and… and what? As much as he itched to bail he knew he needed to be here for the Spades, especially Colton. When Jacob's voice broke through the cycle of his depressing thoughts, Abel didn't know what to do and ended up subtly reaching for Dorien's hand. It wasn't much but somehow the simple comfort of the contact was enough to solidify his resolve. He squeezed lightly not even concerned that this could possibly be taken as some affectionate clingy thing.

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When Abel took his hand, Dorien looked down at it quietly. He didn't move so much as just flick his gaze down to it, still leaning to his left, cheek perched on fist, elbow on arm rest. His knee had been constantly shaking since he'd sat down. It stopped immediately when Abel put his hand atop his. Such a little action. He closed his eyes, took in a deep breath, and exhaled through his nose as he listened to what his father had to say. How had they gotten to this point?

How had Colton gone so fucking long, taking all that fucking medication, for them not to notice?

And he. Why the fuck had he agreed to supply Filly when his legit scripts ran out? It wasn't like he'd done it often. Usually he was grabbing his little brother a supply of pot, and honestly Dorien felt Colt was better off smoking his pain away than he was popping all those pills. Still. He'd supplied him with pills, too. He turned his hand over and gently squeezed Abel's, covering his face with his other hand. There was some kind of reassurance having Abel beside him there. Not that... fuck. Not that it was helping with his conflicted fucking emotions as it was. Eventually Jacob and Mama walked off, pulled aside by Robert who had volunteered to go and get food for the entire family so they wouldn't have to leave the hospital.

Dorien took that opportunity to stand up, pull Abel's hand until he stood, and then released his hand as he walked off. The absolute second he'd turned down the hallway he had Abel against the wall in a deep, fiery kiss. And he fucking knew better than to do this, too, but he was desperate for a distraction. Desperate for a connection. Desperate to brush away the thought that he had somehow contributed to this. They'd tumbled off into a empty room within seconds of that, reemerging only when they were both beyond exhausted with one another and had worked out their fears and frustrations.

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Colton Spade
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Hours later, finally, as promised, Colton's room was allowed visitors from the family.

Colton himself was still entirely out of it. The entire ordeal had understandably drained his energy levels that he'd barely had to begin with. Two I.V.'s were set to a steady drip, the oxygen line wrapped his ears and was settled under his nose, and his arm was wrapped in the monitor to keep tabs on his blood pressure. Even a small clip on his finger would keep an eye on his oxygen levels. The hospital blankets were pulled up to his chest and his arms laid over them. The utter stillness of the young man was almost enough to be eerie. For all the crying she had done outside of the room, Mama was rock solid once she'd entered it. After she and Jacob had checked on Colton Jacob had thought it best to take Mama home, so he had.

Colton looked. Absolutely terrible. The light blue hospital gown seemed to only extenuate his paleness, not that the fucking florescent lights over head did him much better. And it was so quiet in the room. Mama had insisted that a radio be brought up for him. She insisted he'd enjoy having it in the room, just like he had the last time he'd been in the hospital. At that exact moment Colton couldn't have cared. He was blissfully unaware of everything, floating in the arms of a morphine drip.

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