Gideon Reid's Bed

[Cinnabun Gryffie]

As the nurse places you onto the bed, the crisp clean sheets shifted lightly. Their freash scent was subtly and relaxing. Near by a small table sat unadorned. Sometimes a calico cat could be seen siting there watching over you. To both sides are cloth screens for privacy. The large windows let in plenty of light. At night small lamps are lit next to the beds until the nurse comes around and dims them. This is your bed for your stay in the hospital wing.  

[The Shiny Furret]

★ ｓｅｖｅｎｔｈ ｙｅａｒ ★ ｓｌｙｔｈｅｒｉｎ ★
★ ｃｈａｓｅｒ ★ ｐｒｅｆｅｃｔ★

While dragging Gideon to the Hospital Wing, Kyson considered his options if the nurse happened to ask them why they were out so late. Patrols. He was doing patrols, and he found Tessa out after dark and was escorting her back to the Slytherin Common Room? As for Gideon, he just found him passed out in the hall with his dog? Uh, sure, that sounded pretty believable. Upon arrival at the Hospital Wing, Tessa called for a nurse, Kyson trying to lean the Gryffindor boy against him so he could hold him up for brief inspection. The nurse came out, the sickly sweet one, and insisted they get Gideon to a bed while Tessa did all of the talking. Excellent, because he honestly might have broken down under pressure. Not the pressure of Reid against him, because he was basically skin and bones and weighed a lot less than he was probably supposed to. It was just very awkward to try to hold him up, because he was closer to a cooked noodle than a person at the moment. Still, Kyson helped the nurse drag him to a bed, lifting his legs up at one point to get the boy fully into it. As the nurse did her thing, Kyson glanced over to Tessa, giving her a concerned and curious look. Should they stay with Reid or go off to their Common Room and call it a night?



Oh, baby, look what you started. The temperature's rising in here.
Is this gonna happen? Been waiting and waiting for you to make a move.
Got everyone watchin' us, so, baby, let's keep it secret.
A little bit scandalous, but, baby, don't let them see it.
A little less conversation and a little more "touch my body,"
'Cause I'm so into you, into you, into you.

★ x x ★ x x ★

【 OOC: . . . 】

 

[Cinnabun Gryffie]

❊𝓢𝒆𝓿𝒆𝓷𝓽𝓱 𝓨𝒆𝓪𝓻 𝓢𝓵𝔂𝓽𝓱𝒆𝓻𝓲𝓷❊

Tessa followed Kyson and the nurse over to a clean bed, so she hurried over and pulled back the blankets. As the other two worked to get Reid into the bed, Tessa stood back, watching the scene. The nurse hurried to tug off his shoe, sock, and his mismatched braces. Tessa hadn't noticed it before, but in the harsh light of the infirmary, Reid looked awful. It was easy to tell something had gripped him and whatever it was was wearing him out. Violet eyes glanced over, noticing Kyson's look back at her. The girl shrugged, watching the nurse's rapid-fire magic work over the idiot Gryffindor as she checked over his vitals. and preparing a potion for him to take. Honestly, she was afraid they would soon be in trouble.

"I need one of you to bring me that bowl there, please." Marni said, not loud enough to stir Gideon from his trance-like state, but certainly loud enough to be heard. Tessa stepped quickly over and retrieved the bowl, moving to offer it to the nurse when all of a sudden, the Gryffindor retched, spewing his supper all over both of the ladies. Marni simply tsked and used her wand to clean herself before taking the bowl, then cleaning the girl before her. "Sorry, that potion is hard to time. I thought we'd have another few seconds there. Please, go on off to bed. If anyone stops you, say you were helping me. Oh, and can you alert Mr Reid's friends in the morning? Be subtle, of course, but I will need to speak with them." The nurse tilted her head a bit, regarding the kids. She should probably figure out why they were out and about... Or maybe they'd delivered the boy directly from their Common Room? That was more likely. "And I do thank you for taking time to bring him here to safe keeping."

Tessa stared at the nurse in stunned horror. How was she so blasé about being thrown up upon!?! Then again, she was a school healer, something the Slytherin knew she'd never ever want to do. "Mmm, yes. We will tell them first thing in the morning. I think they both stayed over holidays. Thank you, Nurse Kavanagh." With that, Tessa grabbed Kyson's hand and turned to leave, still struggling to hold her own stomach. As soon as Reid was back on his feet (to the extent he ever had been able to be,) she'd throttle the damned idiot. As soon as she was outside of the hospital wing, she looked at Kyson, a spark of fury in her eyes. "You don't tell anyone about that last little bit there. We got him to the hospital wing, then left. Nothing else, hear me, Macclellan?" The teen was practically shaking with fury at the audacity of Gideon ******** Reid.

Cᴏᴍᴇ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʟᴀss, ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ
Tᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀʀᴇ ᴡᴀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴏɴʟʏ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ
Cᴏᴍᴇ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʟᴀss, ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ
Aᴡᴀʏ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴋɴᴇᴡ
Wᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴄᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ
Cᴏᴍᴇ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛ, ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋɴᴇss
Iɴ ᴛʜᴇ sʜᴀᴅᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴡᴇ’ʟʟ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ
Cᴏᴍᴇ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛ, ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋɴᴇss
Tᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇs ᴀᴘᴘᴏɪɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ ɪᴛ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ
𝒲𝑒 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊. 𝒲𝑒 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊.

 

[MJ Spooks]

╓xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
xx» wнere «xx
xxxGid's Bedside
xxxxxxxx» wιтн «xx
xxxxxxxxxRhys, Gid
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx» ғeelιng «xx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxFurious
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx╜

т-т-т-тσиgυєѕ αℓωαуѕ ρяєѕѕє∂ тσ уσυя ¢нєєкxxxxxxxxxxxx
ωнιℓє му тσиgυє ιѕ σи тнє ιиѕι∂є σf ѕσмє σтнєя gιяℓ'ѕ тєєтнxxxxxxxxx
т-тєℓℓ уσυя вσуfяιєи∂ ιf нє ѕαуѕ нє'ѕ gσт вєєfxxxxxx
тнαт ι'м α νєgєтαяιαи αи∂ ι αιи'т fυ¢кιи' ѕ¢αяє∂ σf нιмxxx
════════════════════════════════════════════╗


spaceJazzy was sort of glad that Rhys was keeping so calm, to be perfectly honest. She could see his concern, obviously, but he was handling the situation thus far remarkably well, which was great, because it left her free to be pissed the hell off. She'd known Gid was in a bad spot, and even suspected that it had something to do with some sort of medication. The truth was, the boy wasn't as good at being sneaky with his 'mints' as he thought he was. But, he'd evaded questions at every turn, and flat out lied to her when he couldn't evade, and it'd sparked enough of her petty side that she'd let it go. He was hurting himself, not her, if he wanted to be a t**t he could be a t**t. She could've been upset with herself, she supposed, since she had dropped it after a while, but she'd only dropped it because he'd been a t**t. Not her problem.

spaceOf course, now, at his bedside, after having been given what little information she had from Tessa, she was betting he'd done something stupid. Stupid even for him, which was saying something. If the situation weren't so dire, and she didn't think it'd either upset Rhys or make him mad at her, she'd launch into one of her 'why do we like him?!' rants. As it was, she stood by his bedside, arms crossed, her fingers tapping against her bicep in agitation. The Ravenclaw was way too calm, but then, she figured he was trying to sort out what'd happened before he got emotional about it. Normally she'd have done the same, but Rhys was here to handle that bit, and anyway, she figured she knew what'd happened. "How many pills did you take, Gid?" she asked in a hiss, eyes narrowed. Maybe she was jumping to conclusions, but the state her friend was in, she doubted he was coherent enough to answer broad questions like 'what happened'. Best case scenario, he'd been high off his arse. Worst case, he'd overdosed and nearly killed himself. A tic started in her jaw; oh, he better not've overdosed. If he had, the nurse's time saving him would've been wasted. Because she was going to kill him.


╚════════════════════════════════════════════
xxxχ'ѕ σи тнє вα¢к σf уσυя нαи∂ѕ, ωαѕн тнєм ιи тнє вαтняσσм
xxxxxxтσ ∂яιик ℓιкє тнє вαи∂ѕ - αи∂ тнє ѕєтℓιѕт тнαт уσυ ѕтσℓє
xxxxxxxxxσff тнє ѕтαgє нαѕ яє∂ αи∂ ρυяρℓє ℓιρѕтι¢к αℓℓ σνєя тнє ραgє
xxxxxxxxxxxxαи∂ тнє вєѕт ιѕ, иσ σиє киσωѕ ωнσ уσυ αяє
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxנυѕт αиσтнєя gιяℓ αℓσиє αт тнє вαя




»» ╳ ♥ ╳ ««
xxoυт oғ cнaracтerxx
- - -


show spoilerhide spoiler
Diamond Wales


Miss GryffindorK

 

[Cinnabun Gryffie]

❇𝔖𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔥 𝔜𝔢𝔞𝔯❇𝔊𝔯𝑦𝔣𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔬𝔯❇𝓒𝔥𝔞𝔰𝔢𝔯❇
❇𝔓𝔯𝔢𝔣𝔢𝔠𝔱❇𝓗𝔢𝔞𝔡 𝔅𝔬𝑦❇𝓒𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔞𝔦𝔫❇

Gideon had spent all night in a horrible slurry of activity. The nurse had coaxed everything from his stomach and used her skill to help remove as many effects as were possible. The end result left him a pale, shaking mess tucked beneath blankets. Luckily, she had dressed him in clean pajamas and had gone and gotten some of his personal items from his dorm, including a letter from his mum. Not to mention she'd swapped out his mismatching braces and crutches for the correct ones of each pair, then had brought him a small breakfast from the kitchens. Unfortunately, Gid hadn't particularly been hungry, so the oatmeal and toast were left to cool on the small table beside his bed.

It wasn't long before he was re-awoken by voices in the hospital wing, and he looked around, trying to clear some of the fog from his head. When his curtains were drawn back to admit two, Gid stared at them for a minute, his brain catching up to the current moment. It was Rhys and Jazzy, which meant they knew what had happened... or did they? Rhys didn't sound angry when he spoke, which relieved some of the boy's pressure. Unfortunately, it seemed Jazzy had enough fire for the both of them as she cut him down and asked how many pills he'd taken. So they knew, or at least had figured it all out.

Instead of fighting, or even bothering to think of an excuse, Gid simply sighed. "Honestly... I don't know. A lot, too many. I guess mum got a higher dosage, but I was too damn impatient to read the letter, and was too tired to care about reading the bottle... not like I hadn't been going over on the smaller dose anyway." He rubbed his eyes, then sighed again. His voice was raw from spending most of the night being sick, not to mention that his back was causing him more pain than ever before, but he figured he deserved all the pain. "As for what happened, it started last summer. I didn't have pneumonia, though I was bedridden... following spinal surgery. I was told not to walk and stuff for about four months, but I didn't even try to follow that rule. So now I'm in here recovering from a bad habit... and I'll probably need more surgery this summer too." He hung his head, feeling like the worst person on the earth for lying, not to mention most likely scaring his friends. But he was going to stop now, determined to quit cold turkey, but it wasn't going along very well so far. He just had to get past his friends' anger, then he could beg and plea for forgiveness, and he planned to do exactly that.

show spoilerhide spoiler

Diamond Wales

Cara MiaKitty

Wᴇʟʟ I ᴅʀɪɴᴋ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴇᴀᴋ ᴀɴᴅ I sᴍᴏᴋᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ sɪɢʜ
Sᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʀᴏss ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇʏᴇ
Gᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ ᴛᴏ ʜɪs ʟᴇꜰᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ɢɪʀʟ ᴛᴏ ʜɪs ʀɪɢʜᴛ
Yᴏᴜ sᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴏ sᴡᴇᴀᴛ sᴏ ʜᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴛɪɢʜᴛ 'ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ
Sᴏᴍᴇʙᴏᴅʏ ᴍɪxᴇᴅ ᴍʏ ᴍᴇᴅɪᴄɪɴᴇ. I ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ I'ᴍ ᴏɴ
Sᴏᴍᴇʙᴏᴅʏ ᴍɪxᴇᴅ ᴍʏ ᴍᴇᴅɪᴄɪɴᴇ, ɴᴏᴡ ʙᴀʙʏ ɪᴛs ᴀʟʟ ɢᴏɴᴇ
Sᴏᴍᴇʙᴏᴅʏ ᴍɪxᴇᴅ ᴍʏ ᴍᴇᴅɪᴄɪɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ sᴏᴍᴇʙᴏᴅʏ's ɪɴ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ
𝔄𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔟𝔬𝔡𝑦 𝔪𝔦𝔵𝔢𝔡 𝔪𝑦 𝔪𝔢𝔡𝔦𝔠𝔦𝔫𝔢 𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫, 𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫

 

[MJ Spooks]

╓xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
xx» wнere «xx
xxxGid's Bedside
xxxxxxxx» wιтн «xx
xxxxxxxxxRhys, Gid
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx» ғeelιng «xx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxFurious
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx╜

т-т-т-тσиgυєѕ αℓωαуѕ ρяєѕѕє∂ тσ уσυя ¢нєєкxxxxxxxxxxxx
ωнιℓє му тσиgυє ιѕ σи тнє ιиѕι∂є σf ѕσмє σтнєя gιяℓ'ѕ тєєтнxxxxxxxxx
т-тєℓℓ уσυя вσуfяιєи∂ ιf нє ѕαуѕ нє'ѕ gσт вєєfxxxxxx
тнαт ι'м α νєgєтαяιαи αи∂ ι αιи'т fυ¢кιи' ѕ¢αяє∂ σf нιмxxx
════════════════════════════════════════════╗



spaceJazzy twitched faintly as Gid answered her question, arms crossed, mouth forming a thin line at the confirmation that she was right about the pills. She'd sort of been hoping she was wrong, even if she couldn't imagine how it were possible. Of course, the reason he was taking the pills was a surprise, and one that made her clench her fists tighter under her arms to prevent from just punching him right then and there. What. A. Moron! "Oh my God, you bloody idiot," she hissed through gritted teeth, eyes narrowing. Rhys' statement pretty much summed up her anger, albeit too calmly, because she didn't understand for the life of her why he'd felt the need to lie... except that he'd known that, if they knew he'd had surgery, they'd make him use a bloody wheelchair. "I. Cannot. Believe you! Of all the idiotic, stupid, moronic things! Do you think they tell you to not walk because it'll bloody hurt?! That if you just downed your stupid pills it'd all be fine?! That's not how the hell it works, Gideon!"

spaceShe looked at Rhys, a brow arching. His question about Gid asking crazy was strange to her, because she'd have figured he'd put things together just as well as she had. "Do you not know what happens when a person takes too many pills?" she asked incredulously. "He was high, Rhys. He was too stupid to let himself heal properly, so he ******** up everything the doctors had gone in to fix, and was downing pain medication like it was candy to shoulder through the pain he was choosing to cause himself instead of just spending four months in a goddamned wheelchair like a sane goddamned person." She would've snorted if she weren't so pissed off. "He downed too many pills, and was high off his arse. Gid turned himself into a damned drug addict so he wouldn't have to use a wheelchair."

spaceThe Gryffindor turned back to her housemate then. She didn't think she'd ever been so furious in her life. "Why?!" she asked him, the question spat out like a bad taste in her mouth. "I swear to GOD, Gideon Reid, if this was some stupid pride thing-" She cut herself off, twitching, because that had to be what it was about. Why else would he do something so stupid?

spaceA heavy stone seemed to settle in her stomach. She felt like she was on fire, but freezing at the same time. She wished she didn't care about him, she wished she could've heard this news and just frowned, said it sounded horrible, and moved on. But she couldn't, because he was her friend, one of her best friends, and she loved the stupid git even if he was the absolute stupidest git she'd ever had the displeasure of meeting. When she spoke again, her voice was low, cold. "If Contessa hadn't found you, what would've happened?" she asked. "Would you have passed out and slept it off? Or would the Headmaster be hunting us down to tell us you were found dead in the halls?"


╚════════════════════════════════════════════
xxxχ'ѕ σи тнє вα¢к σf уσυя нαи∂ѕ, ωαѕн тнєм ιи тнє вαтняσσм
xxxxxxтσ ∂яιик ℓιкє тнє вαи∂ѕ - αи∂ тнє ѕєтℓιѕт тнαт уσυ ѕтσℓє
xxxxxxxxxσff тнє ѕтαgє нαѕ яє∂ αи∂ ρυяρℓє ℓιρѕтι¢к αℓℓ σνєя тнє ραgє
xxxxxxxxxxxxαи∂ тнє вєѕт ιѕ, иσ σиє киσωѕ ωнσ уσυ αяє
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxנυѕт αиσтнєя gιяℓ αℓσиє αт тнє вαя




»» ╳ ♥ ╳ ««
xxoυт oғ cнaracтerxx
- - -


show spoilerhide spoiler
Diamond Wales


Miss GryffindorK

 

[Cinnabun Gryffie]

❇𝔖𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔥 𝔜𝔢𝔞𝔯❇𝔊𝔯𝑦𝔣𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔬𝔯❇𝓒𝔥𝔞𝔰𝔢𝔯❇
❇𝔓𝔯𝔢𝔣𝔢𝔠𝔱❇𝓗𝔢𝔞𝔡 𝔅𝔬𝑦❇𝓒𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔞𝔦𝔫❇

Gideon immediately felt his heart drop when Rhys explained back the stupidity of the Gryffindor's logic. He pondered the "crazy" act that had happened, and Gid sighed quietly. He was getting ready to explain just why he was crazy, but Jazzy took her turn speaking, causing him to wince. He deserved this, he did, and he kept chanting that as a mantra of some sort. She hit him with both the stupidity of his disobedience and taking his medicines like he had. He simply exhaled, dropping his gaze to his hands, which were shaking rather badly. All in all, he was pretty sure he was handling this better than he figured.

With his own voice choked down, Gid listened to Jazzy explaining what had happened to Rhys, and the impact of the medications. She wasn't wrong, though he secretly was glad she had chosen to explain it, and for two reasons. One, he would have only incensed Rhys with his version, and two, she was (hopefully) blowing off some steam before it could be redirected at him. She said he'd done it all simply to avoid using a wheelchair, but that was only one of the reasons. When she turned back on him with a rather terrifying predatory glare, the teen jumped a bit, biting his lip as she spit her words at him like they were burning her mouth. She asked if it was a matter of pride and he spoke up. "No! N-no. That's not why... I acted like an idiot." He ran a hand through his messy hair, trying to keep his breath steady. "It was... I was scared, okay? And stupid. And selfish. I thought if I lied I could just... heal naturally and be fine and you'd never have to worry. I thought that maybe, just maybe, I could keep everything just fine. I mean, coming in and saying 'oy hey, I had massive spinal surgery and can't walk or do anything useful for the first half the year', and I would have lost everything I worked hard for." He sniffled, still trying to sound calm.

Unfortunately, being this upset was stressing Gideon out more than normal and it was causing him to shake like a leaf. "Prefect, Head, Captain... All those titles require me to shoulder burden. Usually it's something more like, oh, 'sleep a bit less to help someone out' or something, but anyway. Plus studies and even just getting around here. It's bad enough on crutches, but it'd be much worse on wheels. And anyway, by that point I'd managed to happily delude myself that I'd be just fine and dandy, and that no one would know. Which is, of course, absolute stupidity." He wiped his hands against his eyes, a bit surprised to see tears on his hands. Oh well. It was pretty damn obvious that he was shaken up, and he didn't have the words to explain his guilt and sorrow.

After a few seconds of maddening silence, Gid looked up and between Jazzy and Rhys. One of them was probably going to yell, and honestly, he hoped they would just get it over with quickly. His silent plea to just end all the yelling quickly was cut hard when Jazzy spoke, her words echoing in her head. What would have happened? Would he have died or would he have survived on sheer luck? Regardless of what he said, he was certain she wouldn't like the answer. Though he also knew if he decided not to answer, it would default to the worst option. "I... probably... I dunno..." He wiped his eyes again, tears beginning to make their trek down his cheeks. "It wouldn't have been good news..." He drooped visibly, not bothering with keeping himself propped up. He had almost killed himself by being a stupid git, and that stung almost worse than their words. He was scared that after everything else, he was very, very likely to lose his best friends with this endeavor. All of him wished he could go back in time and slap himself before he'd ever signed pen to paper on a letter to Rhys that last summer. Honestly, he felt he deserved to lose his titles and everyone he cared about, but he really, really hoped he wouldn't lose Jazzy and Rhys.

show spoilerhide spoiler

Diamond Wales

Cara MiaKitty

Wᴇʟʟ I ᴅʀɪɴᴋ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴇᴀᴋ ᴀɴᴅ I sᴍᴏᴋᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ sɪɢʜ
Sᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʀᴏss ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇʏᴇ
Gᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ ᴛᴏ ʜɪs ʟᴇꜰᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ɢɪʀʟ ᴛᴏ ʜɪs ʀɪɢʜᴛ
Yᴏᴜ sᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴏ sᴡᴇᴀᴛ sᴏ ʜᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴛɪɢʜᴛ 'ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ
Sᴏᴍᴇʙᴏᴅʏ ᴍɪxᴇᴅ ᴍʏ ᴍᴇᴅɪᴄɪɴᴇ. I ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ I'ᴍ ᴏɴ
Sᴏᴍᴇʙᴏᴅʏ ᴍɪxᴇᴅ ᴍʏ ᴍᴇᴅɪᴄɪɴᴇ, ɴᴏᴡ ʙᴀʙʏ ɪᴛs ᴀʟʟ ɢᴏɴᴇ
Sᴏᴍᴇʙᴏᴅʏ ᴍɪxᴇᴅ ᴍʏ ᴍᴇᴅɪᴄɪɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ sᴏᴍᴇʙᴏᴅʏ's ɪɴ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ
𝔄𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔟𝔬𝔡𝑦 𝔪𝔦𝔵𝔢𝔡 𝔪𝑦 𝔪𝔢𝔡𝔦𝔠𝔦𝔫𝔢 𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫, 𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫