Ian held his breath as he stared at the barricaded restroom door, cold sweat drenching his back.

At this moment, Justin's eyes were full of tears, his gaze unfocused and his consciousness slipping away.

If no one was here to protect him during his withdrawal, he would be nothing more than a sacrificial lamb, waiting to be slaughtered.

Ian's eyes turned bloodshot. He clenched his teeth, grabbed a mop, and stepped toward the door. "Who is it?!"

"Ian, it's me—Arnold." A deep, steady voice came from the other side.

"Dr. Larson!"

The mop clattered to the ground. Ian's tears spilled over uncontrollably.

"Don't panic. I'm alone." Arnold paused before continuing, his voice low and urgent. "Justin is having a withdrawal episode, isn't he? Let me in."

and scrambled to remove the

slender frame inside and swiftly relocked

save Mr. Salvador! No one else can help him

and walked toward

his own tie and stuffed another tie into his mouth to prevent him

one knee before him, his pale lips trembling,

as his body convulsed uncontrollably. He could not stop trembling, nor could he stop the tears from streaming down his face.

pulled a black cloth pouch from his coat. Unfolding

into Justin's

cure you, then that is my failure as a doctor. If anything happens to you, I will

his skull. 'Although Justin is perfect, and they have a close relationship, isn't this going too far?!

Ian's mind spun into chaos, Arnold had already inserted needles into various

convulsions gradually subsided. Although he was still unconscious and his face remained deathly pale, he looked much better

like this?" Arnold asked as

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