"I'm not going to a hospital. No, this is not going beyond this room. No one at my work will know, no one I know will know. This stays between us and -- and Cheon, that bastard. I will sort it out, I'll get the footage and we--we-we pretend it never happened." Sam suggested, somewhat manic in his movements as he laughed a panicked laugh and started to undo the buttons on his shirt. Or he tried, it was hard with shaking hands.

"It can't be reported. It's fine, I know about drugs. I did courses on them. It's possible to get through a meth crash with the right tools." That a hospital had but he could do it at home. He just had to be careful. Hundreds of thousands of people did meth and survived. He would too.

"It's all gonna be fine."