14th March 2071
I said that I was going to let Whistler take the fall, but I decided to confront him instead, in a manner of speaking. He had worked a shift already and I messaged Simon, telling him to call in sick. That forced Whistler to do another shift with me. He held out for two more hours, but when I came back from a break, he was high.
I told him to pack up and go, to come back when he’s clean and I meant it, I still do. I won’t having him working at the clinic with that addiction. He tried to talk his way out of it – I wasn’t firing Liz or Diego for smoking on the job, was I? But in the end he folded. At least he’s not so far gone that he’d be willing to walk out on his life for the drug. He offered to talk to Cecile and to come to the Nest with her to try and get clean.
And try we did. the first couple of days went about as bad as I expected, no surprise there. I left Eric to keep an eye on them, but he was soon in over his head. Both Whistler’s and Cecile’s condition deteriorated rapidly, they developed a high fever for no apparent reason that I just couldn’t get under control and they simply started wasting away. Their auras looked strange, but I couldn’t really place it, so I asked Glitzy to take a look. She says it’s some kind of parasite and honestly, I have no idea how to deal with that. Or rather, Glitzy and I both have the same idea, but I don’t like it and I’m not sure it will work.
For now it’s our best shot, though. The alternative is losing Whistler and Cecile to the drug, with the same outcome. But I’m not looking forward to trying this. I need to do some more research.
In the meantime, I called a meeting of the committee and asked that dealing Tempo for profit in the Nest is made punishable by death. Not because I’m so eager to kill people but because we need to send a message that tempo is not just another party drug with no consequences. The committee went along with this, after a very drawn-out discussion. Min Zhu Tong has some agenda of his own, I’m sure, and I guess it’s profit. The Chinese have eleven addicts already, the squatters have some more and the Vietnamese have two.
We agreed that we will have ‘official’ couriers who buy their drugs for them. But I flat out refused to have the clinic fond pay for this. We cannot handle this and the addicts have the same problem as anyone else in the Nest with a probably deadly illness and pricey drugs: health care stops covering you when the price gets too high. It something I’ve always hated, but we cannot pay for everything. I’ve watched quite a few people die because of that. And now I’m probably going to see some more of that. I am not paying for Whistler’s drugs if our plan doesn’t work. I’ll try and get him a job where he can earn the money, but I will not pay for him. I draw the line there.