"I can't even hold a spoon!" Davy complained.
"It'll pass." Peter assured.
Two days had passed since Davy stopped taking the pills. At first all he did was sleep. But now he was awake, and alert. He was also in alot of pain. His hands shook so violently that he couldn't hold onto anything.
Mike was in shock when Micky told him that Peter had been telling the truth. He felt horrible about it and seemed withdrawn towards the group. Especially Peter.
"I can't do it Pete!" Davy cried as Peter spoon fed him some cereal.
"Yes, you can."
"No, I can't! Give me my jacket! I'm getting some more pills!" Davy cried.
"No! You are not a quitter! And this is one battle I am not letting you quit!"
"Please Peter! I can't take it anymore!"
Micky entered the upstairs bedroom. "What's going on?"
"Davy wants to quit!" Peter explained angrly.
"No way Davy. We're not going to let you." Micky replied.
"How did this all start anyway?" Peter asked.
"I was falling asleep during practice, and kept messing up my lines or how I played. I felt like I was letting everybody down. This guy named Bill offered me some pills to help me stay awake. I didn't want to touch them at first, but I kept messing up so I took one. Figured what's the harm in one little pill."
"And one became several." Micky finished.
"Yeah." Davy sighed. Then screamed.
"Davy, look at me. Look at me! You'll get through this!" Peter squeezed his arm.
"Peter's right. Hey remember that time we were in that ghost town? Or the time you became a boxer?" Micky asked.
"How 'bout the time we robbed a bank thinking we were shooting a movie? And we were really robbing a bank?" Davy winced as he rubbed his throbbing head.
"Yeah. See we got through that. We'll get through this." Micky promised.
"Mates, I'm scared. I don't know if I can do this."
"We won't let you quit. I know it's hard but-"
Peter was intrupted by Davy grabbing his arm. "Did I do that?"
"Yes." Peter replied gently.
Davy sighed. "I'm sorry Pete. Mick. For everything."
"We forgive you." Peter assured him.
"You're our little buddy." Micky slipped an arm acrossed Davy's shoulders.
"You had to throw the word little in there didn't you Micky!" Davy groaned.
"Well you are pretty little!"
"I'm five three!"
"Like I said! You're tiny!"
"I've missed this." Peter smiled.
"I hate to say it, but I have to. I must've really let Mike down. He hasn't came up here in awhile." Davy rubbed his head again.
"I'll go find him." Peter patted Davy's shoulder.
Peter found Mike tossing stones in the water.
"What's going on?" Peter asked.
"Nothing. I just don't understand. Davy's a really smart kid. Why would he do something like this?" Mike asked.
"He is a smart kid. He just made a mistake and now he's getting it under control. Everyone makes mistakes."
"Yeah, I made a big one. I should've listened to you from the begining Pete. Maybe if I had, Davy's addiction wouldn't have gotten so out of control."
"Yes, it would have. It was up to Davy how far it went. And it went pretty far. Luckly he's coming back. He also thinks you're mad at him so go talk to him please." Peter said.
Mike nodded. "I should do that."
"And don't yell at him."
"Why does everyone assume I'm going to start yelling?"
"You usually do!" Peter laughed.
"Hey shotgun? You awake?" Mike asked.
"Mmm-hmm. Just resting my eyes. My head hurts." Davy explained.
"You're having withdrawl."
"I know. I'm really sorry. Like I told the others. I felt like I was letting everyone down."
"Everyone feels like that sometimes Davy. The important thing now is you kick this thing."
"I'm halfway there. No one's letting me quit." Davy said.
"You got that right!"
"Sorry about the gig. It was today. I feel like I'm letting everyone down again."
"Well you're not so don't worry about it. We'll be okay." Mike patted Davy's arm.
"Do I look okay?"
"I hope no girls come looking for you let's put it that way." Mike smirked.
"I don't look that bad! Do...I?"
"No, Davy."
"How's he doing?" Peter asked.
"Well he's worrying about his looks. I think he's okay." Mike laughed.
Davy let out a loud scream.
"Or not." Mike frowned.
"Give me a pill!"
"No." Peter frowned.
"It hurts!" Davy cried.
"I know."
"You couldn't possibly." Davy groaned.
Mike looked at Peter wide eyed.
"Can we have a minute?" Peter asked.
"Sure." Mike said leaving the room.
"Take a deep breath. Lay back."
"Give me a pill."
"No." Peter said firmly.
Davy sighed. "Please!"
"No! Listen to me, you're going to be fine!"
"I'm in pain man! I'll quit tomorrow." Davy winced rubbing his head again.
"No Davy. You're quitting today and you're going to make it." Peter squeezed his shoulder.
"You have no idea how bad I feel." Davy groaned.
"Yes, I do."
"How?" Davy asked looking up.
Peter let out a soft sigh. "You're not the only one who had a problem with speed."