Turning around, I head to my and Faylinn's en-suite bathroom. The first thing I grab is the emerald green toiletry bag and the entire basket of old medication. Carefully going through each bottle, I grab all the pain medication. I put six prescriptions, all from the last five years, in my bag, including some fairly high dosage ones of Morphine, Oxycodone, and Tramadol. This should be enough to get me through a week or so, and then maybe I won't need or be tempted into anything stronger, especially not from the likes of the clubwhores.
Heading back into the bedroom, I grab a duffel bag from the closet and toss some clothes in. I don't even know what the hell I have at the clubhouse anymore, so I just grab jeans, sweats, t-shirts, and my phone charger and s**t. I toss the toiletry bag i
