Packege Price

Ryder! You can't go on like this!" Caitlin rushed into the room with some excitement.

However, Ryder turned a deaf ear. All he knew was that he needed money now and needed to buy two tablets of medicine. Twenty dollars was enough.

Open the drawer of my mother's bedside table, and there were indeed a few dollars folded there. Ryder smiled and then grabbed the money and walked out.

"Ryder!" Caitlin grabbed his arm and begged.

"Mom, I need this money to buy methadone. You know, the doctors in the receptance center have recommended it. Ryder shook off Caitlin's hand and continued to walk out.

"No! Ryder! You said that last time, but Carl from the pharmacy said that you had never visited there. Caitlin obviously no longer trusted him.

"You follow me, Mom!" Ryder was a little angry, and at the same time, he became more and more irritable.

He knows that he can't wait any longer. He needs some express customers now.

Despite Caitlin's obstruction, Ryder quickly stepped out of the door and stepped on the lawn in the yard. Because it had just snowed, the snowflakes directly touched his ankle.

"Ryder, please, it will ruin you!" Catherine, who was only dressed in a single coat, chased out of the door.

Without the heating in the house, the piercing cold wind made Kettro subconsciously hold her arms, but this still could not stop her eagerness to save her son.

"F*UK! I said I was going to buy medicine, buy special medicine!" Ryder, whose forehead was covered with sweat, put out his tongue and licked his dry lips. He felt like a drum band playing in his chest.

I can't wait any longer. It's coming.

Ryder, who had grumpy eyes, pushed Catherine away and ran all the way to the east of the city.

There is the special medicine he needs, and he can't wait for a moment.

Ryder's running figure gradually drifted away, and Caitlin, who was wearing a single suit behind him, fell into the snowdrift under his hard push.

Because of a history of asthma, Katrin, who was physically weak, struggled to get up.

However, after several efforts, I couldn't do my best. Seeing her son run farther and farther, Catherine breathed faster and faster in anxiety and despair.

Huh~huh~, a big mouthful of fog exhaled from the mouth. Caitlin felt that the air was getting thinner and thinner, and she couldn't breathe.

In the distance, Ryder's figure was slowly blurred, so blurred that she couldn't even see the snow in front of her.

Did he run too fast, or did he lose sight?

Caitlin seemed to smell the sulfur in the air again, just as she once smelled in the workshop of the steel factory.

The workshop of the steel mill is not only full of the smell of sulfur, but also the hot steaming furnace.

The rolling heat wave, Caitlin felt that she was back there, and her whole body was warm.

He smiled at the corners of his mouth. Although his days in the Youngstown factory used to be hard, at least Ryder and Dean were obedient.

My Ryder, my Dean...

An hour later, Mrs. Howard, a neighbor, found Caitlin lying in the snow with a smile on her face after getting off work from the mall.

The crystal snow covered her face with a thin layer, and the blue eyes were even more charming.

...

"No! Mom! Mom!" Ryder screamed and sat up from the bed.

"Relax, Ryder, it's over." Anna, the eldest sister of the quiet club, came to the bedside and kept comforting him.

"No! No! I saw my mother, and she was there, lying on the ground. Anna, I will go to hell. Ryder broke down and cried. This dream has tortured his mother day by day since the day he died.

He didn't know it would be like that. He never thought that one day his mother's death would be blamed on him.

He is a hopeless addict, but he also loves his mother.

The pain of the withdrawal reaction and the death of his mother tortured him all night, just like now.

Ryder buried his face between his hands, and sobs and tears flowed out of his fingers.

"Ryder, hold on. As long as you get rid of your dependence on medicine, God and your mother will forgive you. Anna, who has served in the tranquility club for ten years, has seen too many such scenes.

"Newborns" like Ryder must be accompanied 24 hours a day and must not allow them to be alone.

It belongs to the quiet club under the Anonymous Alcoholics Mutual Aid Association, and it is very clear what "mactas" the addicts need to quit addiction.

Water, a lot of water, a lot of coffee, vitamins, cigarettes, food, alcohol when necessary.

Of course, the most important thing is to have someone to accompany you. The nausea, convulsions and runny nose caused by the withdrawal reaction are painful and long.

Today is the fifth day of Ryder's soberth. For the first time in a year, he did not suck leaves.

But the withdrawal is still unbearable. Anna is responsible for escorting her today. In order to be a "sober" partner at the beginning, Ning Jing Club is also doing its best.

The party is held once a day, with 24-hour escort, so that the "newborns" can survive the withdrawal reaction.

"Newborn" is the name of the tranquility club for the new members who have just joined, and they need to be accompanied throughout the process of quitting addiction.

In order to completely cut off the connection between the "newborn" and various leaves, the tranquility club will replace the original pharmaceutical connections of the members with its own structure.

In this way, Ryder has spent almost a week at the tranquility club.

"Ryder, you should still have family in Youngstown. If possible, let them also attend a party of the tranquility club, which will help you quit your addiction, won't it?

From the nonsense in Ryder's sleep, it can be inferred that he must still have family members, not even far from here.

"No! Anna, they won't forgive me!" Ryder refused her offer without thinking about it.

Rather than worrying that his family will not forgive him, Ryder is afraid of facing his family.

"Ryder..."

"Don't say it, Anna." Ryder got up and put on his coat randomly. "The toilet cleaner in the bathroom is gone. You can buy some with me."

Ryder was very grateful to the quiet club for taking him in at his dying moment, so every time he survived a withdrawal reaction these days, he used his sober time to clean the club.

Mopping the floor in the lobby, pouring soot, going to the bathroom to brush the toilet, and doing anything. Ryder can't let himself be idle.

Opening the door of the club, the cold air in the morning made him subconsciously shudder.

He remembered the scene of lying by the trash can a week ago, a few days after he learned of the death of his mother Caitlin.

He hated himself. He had thought about ending his life. In fact, he has thought about "deadly" with an overdose of leaves, but it's a pity that he can't afford such a luxurious way to die.

Finally, in desperation, he went to the only psychological counseling center in the east of the city. He hoped to be enlightened by a psychologist before arriving at hell, at least to make himself feel better.

Then the strange psychologist told him where the tranquility club was. In his words, you can experience all the pain, including death, there.

So Ryder went.

...

"Dr. Murphy, thank you for telling me all this."

I've finished listening to Sean. Murphy's story, Dean didn't say a word for a long time.

"I just gave him a suggestion. As for where he is now, I don't know." Sean. Murphy shrugged her shoulders.

"But this still can't ignore your kindness." Dean's memory of Ryder is very complicated.

There was a trace of joy when I first heard his news, but then I was more angry.

Ryder was directly related to his mother's accidental death, which he knew a long time ago. But neither his father nor his aunt's family wanted to mention him, so Dean automatically ignored his existence.

At this time, when he first heard the news about him, Dean was surprised and in a complicated mood.

"Well, boy, it seems that you didn't come here today to inquire about another Price.

So why did Weidner introduce you here? Sean grabbed the beer on the table, looked up and took a sip.

A psychiatrist in his own clinic - let's call this shabby office a clinic, drinking directly in front of patients, no, drinking in front of visitors. Dean can't imagine how he got his medical license.

If it hadn't been for the eye-catching position on the wall behind him, there was a certificate of Doctor of Psychology from Carnegie Mellon University. Dean suspected that he had been trapped. Wadner was a liar, Sean in front of him. Murphy is also a liar.

"Dr. Murphy, Mr. Wadner said that you firmly advocate that alcoholism is a physiological disease."

"Of course, I am one of the victims myself." Sean naturally picked up the beer and drank it again.

Very good. Dean likes to be a doctor who tries medicine.

Since Sean. Murphy is also a victim, so everything will be easy.

Next, Dean told Sean about Pete's case and Wadner's advice to him.

"Dr. Murphy is also a victim. You should be able to understand the injustice of my father Peter. The victim should no longer be punished by the law!" Dean's words are righteous.

"That's right~!" Sean picked up a form and began to sketch on it.

So in order to improve this injustice, we should make our own voices. At least let those bigwigs sitting in the court know that drunkenness is not people's intention, it is an uncontrollable physiological disease!" Dean go on an improvised speech.

"That's great. I will find a way to publish relevant articles in the Youngstown Defender." Sean ticked a few more times on the form.

"Dr. Murphy, your kindness and your generosity have attracted the attention of the Virgin Mary!" Dean got up and saluted as a gentleman and was ready to leave.

"The Virgin Mary will not ask for the fruits of other people's labor for free, so can you settle the bill before you leave, Mr. Price?"

"???" Dean.

"So this is one of the businesses of psychological counseling clinics?" In the face of the bill handed by Sean, Dean. Grant asked uncertainly.

"This is a value-added service outside the business, which ordinary people can't enjoy." Sean raised his eyebrows and looked like you had taken advantage of it.

"Aha, that's an honor." Dean pressed his middle finger and tried to turn his attention to the bill in front of him.

Emotional management? Art therapy? 200 dollars?" After looking at it for a while, he pointed to the bill and asked with an incredible face.

"Sentiment management is my prediction of how you react when you see the bill. It turns out to be very necessary." Sean shrugged his shoulders.

"What about art therapy?" Dean is very doubtful whether there is such a treatment in psychological counseling.

"If you want to publish an article in the Youngston Defender, how can you do it without some artistic cells, ah?" Sean is righteous.

"But I saw on the bulletin board outside that the cost of the first consultation is 20 to 50 US dollars." Dean is struggling to die.

"The price has increased?"

"When?"

"Just today, the psychological consultation fee of the last Price is also in it. This is the package price."

Seeing that the other party did not give in, Dean, who was about to frown, could only bear the pain and take out the $200 given to him by his aunt in the morning.

Two hundred dollars, he hasn't even covered up the heat, evil capitalism!

Sean, who took the money, nodded with satisfaction. "Don't worry, the editorial will be published three days before Pitt's trial. We will definitely cooperate with Wedner to hit a beautiful home run."

"It's better like this." Dean, who failed to prostitute for nothing, left sullenly.

The phone on the desk rang when Sean was enjoying the $200 in his hand.

"Don't worry, Wedner. Your share will not be less. Have a good cooperation~"