Her mother had always said, "Only worry about the things that can kill you. Everything else is just a temporary setback."
Maral repeated the mantra to herself as she pushed the syringe needle in her arm, releasing Chemical H+ into her bloodstream. Already her surroundings intensified: she could smell the overwhelming stench of sweat that mingled with the sweeter scent of the drug; her hearing amplified until she could pinpoint her friend's muscles shifting from across the room; her vision sharpened and brightened so she could make out every single detail in the near darkness.
With a sigh, she leaned against the wall of the abandoned church. Everyone else seemed to be asleep, passing the hours until their next fix. “How much longer, Anoush?” she whispered, knowing her friend could hear her without having to raise her voice.
“They’re bringing the next shipment before dawn,” Anoush answered, standing and making her way towards Maral. She sat down next to her,