The next days was the most brutal and fucked up experience James had ever endured.
The after effects of the drug were so bad that he lay in bed for two straight days, doing nothing. He didn't even want to turn to his other side because everything hurt, and he was scared he would throw up.
Hector, on the other hand, was only out of it for half a day, maybe because he had already done White Magic and Greenweed before. Of course, separately. But maybe his body already knew what was coming.
That was exactly why James, who was practically dying from the after effects, let Hector handle whatever needed to be done on his own.
So, basically, for a day, Hector became the boss.
To the others, they just said James had caught some nasty virus or something. They believed it, or at least his mother and Charlotte did who was crying beside his bed all day, convinced he was going to die. Which, honestly, just annoyed him more. But this is what happens when you have a daughter.
