‘Now I must tell tell, I would make the personal first choice of titrated hydromorphone hydrochloride, in this case—’ Christ, this is Dilaudid. Blues. Fackelmann’s Mount Doom.
Another flash-forward that is meaningless on first reading but extremely important with hindsight. Gately's literally being tempted by and reminded of his worst binge ever. In the addict's mind, which could win out?
