"Jorgen, what do we do?" Watson was somewhat restless, rubbing his arms in agitation and pacing around the room uneasily. He had smoked 'the leaf' before, but now he wanted to smoke it again.
"I don't know. You better keep your voice down, or that monster will come over here soon," Jorgen said, hearing Watson's agitated voice. He knew Watson had a severe addiction, but he didn't expect it to be this bad. Having a fit outside was one thing, but here, it could be deadly.
Watson clenched his fists. He knew that too, but the problem was he couldn't control himself anymore. He felt uncomfortable all over, as if his entire body was itching, like there were ants crawling all over him.
