Room 515, Sunday Night

The bottles were lined up along the surface of her desk. Six in all. Enough to last a month if she kept drinking at her usual pace. It'd last much more than that at her current rate. Since giving in to the withdrawal Leda had been endeavoring to drink only enough to keep those symptoms at bay. A few swallows every other day was enough so far.

A number of possibilities lay before her like those bottles. Absently she turned down her Seedy Box. She liked the music but it was a bit distracting just now.

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