The Medical Legion's rehab center was quiet except for the sound of the air conditioning.
Huey sat across from Milo DiMarco. Dante stood nearby with his arm around Maya, a thin girl with hollow eyes and trembling hands.
Alessia had arranged the meeting in a private consultation room with white walls, fluorescent lights, and a table between them.
"Thank you all for coming," Alessia said, glancing at her notes. "I wanted to talk about what's been happening on campus. The drug distribution and the overdoses."
Maya shifted uncomfortably, and Dante squeezed her shoulder.
"Maya's been clean for three weeks now," Dante said. "But it's been hard. Really hard."
"Can you describe what it was like?" Alessia asked gently. "When you were using it?"
Maya's voice was barely a whisper. "It felt like... like I needed it to breathe. Like without it, I'd die."
"And the withdrawal?" Alessia pressed.
"Horrible." Maya's hands shook harder. "Headaches, nausea, I couldn't eat sleep or anything."
