Matt laid sprawled out on his bed. Someone could mistake him as being asleep the way his chest rose and fell so lightly almost unnoticeable. That was if they didn’t look closer at him which most people probably wouldn’t. However if they did they would see the open and empty bottle of pills laying in his open palm.
Techie knocked politely on his door for a good ten minutes. Weird… Matt was always in his quarters this late at night, and though Techie felt rude for bothering him, Matt was a night owl, too, and wasn’t ever sleeping right now. His anxiety flared up something awful; the tremors started up harder than ever. Techie couldn’t shake this heavy, horrible feeling that something was wrong.
Privacy be damned. Matt could be in trouble! Techie quickly imput Hux’s override code and when the door opened, his eyes landed on the unconscious form of his best friend on the bed. He was… asleep? No, not so. This was an odd, unnatural position. Techie drew closer until he saw what Matt held in his hand: an empty pill bottle.
“Holy shit!” Techie cried, and threw himself down next to Matt, taking his shoulder and shaking him. “Matt? Fuck, Matt!”
TechieHux 