Rating: Drugs, no sex.
Word count: 100
I know my way around a razor blade.
And a blotter. And a bong.
That was before medical school.
A tip for all you first year residents: The nurses are pretty, but the anesthesiologists have the really good shit.
She lost everything. He ended up with a suspension and thirty days of mandatory meetings. “Hi, I’m Greg. Have I got a thirteenth step for you.”
“I’m clean. I’ve learned my lesson.” Cuddy believed him and within a month he was stealing from the pharmacy.
Maybe the needles did cause the infarction.
Now that he needed drugs, they weren’t fun anymore