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“My first mum was an addict.”
“What?” Ginny turned to stare at Ash, at first thinking she’d misheard him. She hadn’t. Even with his expression masked by his hair, it was impossible not to register his discomfort. His arms were defensively wrapped around his upper body, his shoulders hunched. Actually, he looked like his whole body wanted to curl in on itself. Also,first mum? That descriptive suggested a worrying amount of emotional baggage all on its own.
“Addicted to what?”
She almost didn’t want to hear the answer.
“Pills. Painkillers, I think. I don’t know what specifically, only that she took a heck of a lot of them.” He slumped onto the bed beside her.
Ginny reached across and clasped his hand where it was resting on his lap. She gave it a good hard squeeze. What the hell did she say?
“I’m sorry. I had no idea.” How could you know something like that? “Do you fear you’re going to end up the same?”
There she went cutting to the chase, when she probably ought to have held her tongue for a bit and let him spill everything at his own pace.
Ash shrugged. “I’ve had one near brush in the past. I’d rather not go through it again.”
“The pills you’ve been taking, you’ve been prescribed for a reason.”
He disentangled his hand from her grasp, and gave her a wan, uncomfortable smile. “There’s always a reason, Ginny. She had a reason too. Plenty of reasons. Everyone at least starts out with a reason, that’s how addiction works. It’s a slippery slope, and one I’d rather not slide along. I’ve worked enough to get myself into shape, without adding additional burdens to the task.”
“So, your answer is not to take anything, even if it’s beneficial and could help you get back into shape? Ash, just because one doctor made an assumption about you doesn’t mean you should write off the whole profession.”
“Being in shape doesn’t involve a reliance on medication.”
“Doctors don’t dole out drugs for kicks.” Not generally. There were certainly one or two in the pockets of the drug companies. “Look, I can understand you wanting to cut out the painkillers, given what you’ve just said. I can see they come with a lot of negative connotations for you, but the rest? You don’t think any of it might be important? Not even the iron tablets, or the vitamin D?”
“I’ll eat healthily and engage in plenty of exercise. I can’t see that either thing will be terribly difficult, since Spook’s in charge of the menus and we’re sharing a room.”
She blinked a few times. What had sharing a room to do with maintaining a healthy lifestyle, unless he meant she’d catch him out if he tried to sneak extra snacks, or binge drink beer? So far, he was off the alcohol altogether. Oh…hang on, yeah… She was slow today. Sex, he was talking about them having lots of it. It was technically exercise, but certainly not of the physio approved variety.
“We could start right away.”
Oh no, he wasn’t slipping his way out of having the rest of this conversation so easily. She reached for his hand again. “You said your first mum. I’m assuming that’s not the woman you call mum now, or the woman Spook’s been calling with updates about your health?”
Ash scowled, but she waited patiently for an answer. “That’s my adoptive mother. My brother and I moved in with her and Dad when I was five and he was seven. We’d been in foster care for a couple of years prior to that.”
“Because of your real—”
Ash shook his head.
“—your birth mum’s addiction?”
“Social services considered us as being high risk. I think one of the neighbours or a friend must have shopped her. I don’t know, maybe it was the pharmacist. She used to give us this magic potion—cough syrup or something. It made us sleep. I’m pretty sure we weren’t horrid tearaways or anything, but apparently having two small boys was too much to deal with.”
“Ash, whatever she did wasn’t your fault. You were just a kid.”
He gave a decisive nod, which granted her a brief glimpse of his face. Hurt lay etched into the hollows beneath his eyes and the lines around his mouth. No wonder he was convinced he was never good enough. All the people who’d mattered to him had abandoned him; his birth mother, the girlfriend he’d got down on his knees for, his former best friend. She wouldn’t do that to him though. She’d stick with him through this, and prove to him that not everyone was quite so fucking awful.
Ginny stamped down hard on the ugly thought that she was every bit as bad as all those people for keeping secrets, but it wasn’t the same. She wasn’t about to leave him. In fact, one of the reasons she hadn’t said anything was so that she could ensure she was here for him. Who knew how he’d react?
“Hug?” She snuggled him up close, wrapping her arms around him, and allowing him to rest his head against her chest. “I’m sorry you had to go through that, but at least you ended up with someone who wanted you.”
“I did, yes.” He brightened a little. “I found you.”
That wasn’t what she meant. “And your adoptive parents.”
