Higher Command
“Please, you’re killing me. I need it. Please just… let me have it!”
The dire look in his eyes; the desperation in his voice, pulled at her liked she’d never felt before. There were the standing orders, but she knew what he must be enduring. The withdrawal symptoms were powerful and extremely distressing when one was denied a fix.
Why should one person be treated so brutally when the entire planet was addicted? It was hard for her to justify why this suffering should continue. She’d been there too. Maybe not to the same extreme as this poor soul now, but she’d felt the irresistible draw of that intoxicating drug before and knew without a shadow of a doubt that should she gaze once again into those pleading eyes she would succumb…
Yep.
Defeated, she bowed her head, released her grip, and allowed him to pass, knowing full well what retribution her actions would cause.
With a deeply grateful sigh, he quickly passed her to obtain what he desperately desired. He held out a proffered chalice to fill. “Oh GOD, coffee. Yes, Mmm… ooh so gooood! His pallet momentarily sated, he turned to the one that had helped him in his moment of despair to offer his undying gratitude, his blue eyes twinkling, “Thanks. I knew you’d understand, Sam.”
Then, he was gone. Limping back down the hall to bury himself in his lab.
Oh yeah, she knew exactly what she’d done. “Janet’s so going to kill me!”
The End
