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Maybe dont eat McCormick edibles without more experienced help.
Scratch that, definitely dont eat McCormick edibles without more experienced help.
According to Kenny, it was probably only 25 mg! And its not like it'll kill him- his panicked and extensive but surface level reading tells him overdosing on weed wasnt really a thing! But what if it is a thing and hes the first one to do it? With 25 mg? Unlikely some people "macrodose" with upwards of 70! But he doesnt have a tolerance hes never done this before what if he had a bad reaction-
Being high was not what everyone hyped it up to be.
Now that he was high, he could see that. He didnt really understand why everyone had been so sure, even with their jokes, that getting high would calm him down, so he wasnt so twitchy and yell-y and that it would slow his constantly racing and paranioa-fueled thoughts.
Well. Thats not what it did.
Instead, he lays on his bed, staring at the ceiling with what feels like complete mental clarity as his body shakes and remains out of his control, in a different way from normal.
Obviously more akin to his younger pre discovering his parents were drugging him meth riddled shakes than his current anxiety shakes, but still different. His eye didnt feel as twitchy as usual.
He'd taken the beige-tan gummy around an hour or two ago, originally taking half (despite knowing a typical starting amount was 5 mg, and half of a supposedly 25 mg was not that,) and half an hour later getting tired of waiting and taking the rest.
He regretted it.
He was gonna die. The first death by a weed overdose. Get tegridy shut down for using their weed and make his parents upset and make craig and stripe sad and and and-
A relatively violent shake in his leg pulled him from his thoughts and led him to continue his forgotten task- taking time to focus on one limb at a time, and holding it still.
Some people say to drink water. That was actually how he realized he was high. While taking a drink he realized he couldnt feel the water in his mouth, or feel himself swallow, or feel the water go down. If it had spilled out onto his bed he'd have been none the wiser he swears. Now every time he drinks water its accompanied by a wave of uncomfortable warmth from the plant and overall, its just not his go-to right now.
Left leg... hold still... right leg...
His mind wanders back to the fact that he really, really wants to call craig. Ask for him to come over and wait out the damned high. Or call anyone really, but Craig was obviously top of the list, with the current bottom being Kenny for even giving him these death gummies.
He didnt call Craig. For the same reason he didnt five minutes ago. Or ten minutes ago. Or eleven minutes ago.
Ever since that stupid "buddha box" shit when they were kids theres been a seedlet of doubt planted in his guts. Doubt that Craig actually cares like he says, doubt that hes not, not, faking for the town anymore. Doubt that he even wants to be around Tweek normally, much less in such an embarrassing and messy and bothersome and annoying state like this.
...
He knows its dumb! They're almost adults! They graduate soon! And he still has that seedlet from like, 4th grade! Yes!! Its dumb!!
But he cant help it.
Right arm... hold still..... left arm... hold still..
Hes always had an issue with people. Trusting them.
His biggest issue, the root of it all, was rejection. Sometimes even just an accidental or barely there shift in someones tone sets him off. How stupid is that! He spends hours, days even, ruminating in perceived rejection that half the time, wasn't even there! Spiralling questing everything he said, worrying over every word, every shift in tone or body language, everything. And then, spends another couple hours feeling stupid and pathetic for feeling that way!
He feels so bad about it. No amount of reassurance makes it go away and no amount of the thought changing therapy makes him any more immune to it. He feels bad about doubting the people around him, but he cant stop.
Hes way to shakey to be thinking about it right now.
Clench fists and hold them still... lock knees and hold still....
The peak is only supposed to last like, fifteen minutes according to his research. If he could stop shaking he'd read up more, but that didnt look likely. Weed was a, ahh? Stimulant he thinks. But it made time seem slower... probably. So even though the peak was only 15 minutes, it would feel a lot longer.
He kinda wished it wouldnt because the shaking sucks.
At least it'll be a funny story to tell! Its not funny right now. Every time he stops thinking about the things he read about it be starts worrying again.
What if this kills him. That'd be so embarrassing. What if kenny plotted this? Does kenny want him dead? Does kenny hate him? He doesnt.. right? Oh god what if he does and now hes going to kill him??
Breathe. Left leg... right leg....
He just wanted to sleep. It was three in the morning and thank god he didnt work tomorrow because he cant imagine this is gonna go away.
He closes his eyes, focusing on just, holding still.
It feels like its been hours.
He really, really wants to text craig.
Maybe he will.
He wont ask for help, so he doesnt worry him, but even just seeing a notification that Craig responded would help calm his nerves.
If Craig was awake. It was three in the morning still...
He focuses on his hand grabing his phone and opening the messaging app, figuring thay the typos the shaking cause would be nothing out of the ordinary.
3:14
>Hry
>r ypo awasked?
Sent
He set his phone down, and went back to concentrating. His phone eventually buzzed. He was to lost staring at the ceiling to notice the first time... apparently.
3:17
<yeah. Whats up?
3:19
<tweek?
3:20
>sry slepty
It was 3:20? He should start to come down soon,, he thinks. He doesnt actually know when it started. It feels like its been hours.
3:20
<are you ok.?
3:20
>cna royu tslk dbout spcr ?.
3:21
<...
<you txted me @ 3 to talk about space?
<i mean i will, always but just, surprised?
The twinge of regret grows. Hes to deep to turn back though. (He isnt he could dismiss it as being tired he could just breathe he souldnt have texted he-)
3:22
>yes .
Please dont press, please, please, please, (he would never he knows you get more anxious around three thirty it'll be okay-)
3:23
<okay <3
A blanket of weight is lifted. Everything is a little easier as he watches the three dots bubble and bounce, every once in a while producing another paragraph of space ramble that hes definitely read before but doesnt remember.
He spends an unknown amount of time just breathing and reading his boyfriends's rambling. Reacting to every few messages with a heart so the other knew he was still there without him needing to comment. It was calming. He didnt notice the waves of warmth recede to just a comfortable level over his limbs and his eyelids becoming heavier until he fell asleep.
(His mouth was still numb in the morning, and he panic texted craig apologizing over and over for falling asleep and even texting him in the first place. Craig just reassures him over and over, its okay, any time. He still wonders why Tweek texted him- but doesnt push. The blonde will tell him in like a week, probably.)