Status Updates From The Lost Weekend

“I haven’t got time to be neurotic.”

“Time! You haven’t got the imagination!”

She could hold out on him, of course, but what would be the use of that, either? If the pills would do him any good, put him to sleep—
She got them and set them down on the bed-table, with a fresh glass of water, and left him again.
He took the pills and the water, and was gratified to see that shaking had stopped considerably.

“Well, I'll see if I've got another."
"Let me have two. I need them, Helen. I've got to have them.”
She didn't argue. She knew it would be no use.

"Helen!"
She came quickly into the bedroom from the kitchen.
"Do you suppose I could have— Are there any— Have you got another one of those pills, by any chance?"
"Oh Don, do you think you need it?”
"I-I do, terribly. They aren't working at all."