Micah
"I'm not a fan of being a dick like that, but sometimes it's necessary for survivor."
I murmur with a blank face
"And she's right, we need to cut down on the narcotics, there's a chance you could be pregnant and I can't do my work if I'm not sober. We can still enjoy a glass of wine here and there, but nothing else from here on out unless Liz or I prescribe it."
I say as I remove the weed,heroin, and coke from our bags. I knew I was being an asshole but it was needed. Rules need to be established for now.
"I'm going to take this to Liz, she can decide what to do with it."
I walk down the hallway with a large bag filled with various drugs, I see someone sitting against a wall and as I approach I recognize her as Liz.
"Do you want to keep these for pain relievers and flushers or would you prefer we disposed of them?"
I ask, not making eye contact.