“Adam?” I grabbed his shoulders, trying to pull him against me, but he was too heavy, his whole body fighting for air. His hand locked around my waist, fingers digging into my shirt as his forehead pressed near my stomach.“What’s going on?” My voice cracked, “Adam, talk to me.”His mouth opened, but nothing came out right.I reached for my phone on the floor, “wait here, okay? I’m calling emergency services.”His hand shot out and caught my wrist as I attempted to get back to my feet, pulling me right down.“No,” he forced out.I stared at him, I was filled with terror and confusion, my heart was racing as my thoughts spiralled, trying to process what I was seeing, “what the fuck do you mean no?”His grip tightened, shaky but stubborn. His other hand pointed toward the bedroom.“Pills,” he breathed, “bottom drawer...nightstand.”I ran so fast my shoulder hit the bedroom doorframe.“Bottom drawer,” I kept repeating, my voice shaking as I yanked the nightstand open. “Bottom drawer. Bot
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