What he expects is to calm down, for his bones to become too heavy to move even his little finger. None of that happens. He rubs his eyes, groaning. There's moments where he thinks the pills are finally taking effect, where he's numb from head to toes -- those moments never last long, and then it's all vibrant colors and everything jittering. His limbs jerk from time to time, involuntarily at first, then because he can't make himself stay still.

He doesn't want to bother Jade, though he begins to wonder if he shouldn't have downed the pills without asking to see the package. When he closes his eyes, he can see, almost feel the spray of blood on his face. A young woman impaled on a spear. Shinjirou sits up, ignores the stabbing pain in his chest; he deserves that. He doesn't check whether Jade's already asleep before he pulls his knees up and wraps his arms around them.