[ WP ] Your 11 year old nephew just ate 2 of your LSD gummy bears 45 minutes ago and you have to make sure he makes it through sane

I've been a trip sitter before, but this evening I was only expecting to be a babysitter. 
 
 As my heart starts to drum so hard my tits shake, and the sweat prickles my palms, and my vision clouds, and my thoughts tangle into funny-worded garble, I am impressed by how trippy panic is. There is a moment when I think maybe I'm getting a contact high, but then I look at the kid, calmly playing his video game, not ten minutes from consumption. He's still got twenty, thirty minutes to go before the acid kicks in. 
 I have no idea what this is gon na do to him. He's already the weirdest kid I know. I mean look at him! What kind of kid plays that way? Back totally straight, eyes focused on the screen, face placid, body totally still except the quick tap of thumbs against the controller, the occasional jerk of an arm when he's making an unexpected move. I ca n't even tell if he's winning or losing. Most kids shout and whine and jump around. Not Max. Max betrays nothing. Maybe acid will be good for him. 
 No! What the fuck am I thinking? Max is 11. Two hits of lysergic acid diethylamide will definitely not be good for him. 
 I open messenger on my phone. 
 -Fuck man you got ta help me- I type Kjell, the biggest druggie I know. 
 -Sup beautiful. NEthing 4 u baby u wan me cum over? - 
 The biggest sleazebag too 
 -I NEED XANAX- 
 -got oxys- 
 I ca n't believe I actually consider giving my eleven year old nephew oxycodone. 
 -No, need benzos- 
 -Sorry baby- 
 I start to type `` it's for my 11 year old nephew'' but it looks wrong, just so wrong. Benzos will take anyone out of a psych trip, but without those... I sigh. All I can do is make him comfortable. 
 `` Why the hell did Trish put me in charge of her kid?'' 
 `` You're talking to yourself.'' 
 I almost chuck my phone at the kid's head. There he is, standing in front of me, all lanky and creepy pale like all the geek kids are at that age. I did n't even hear him get up. 
 `` Hey Max,'' I drag my lips into a smile even though all I feel is stone dread. `` How ya feelin?'' 
 `` Weird.'' He does n't say anything else, just stares at me. Through pupils wide as dimes. 
 `` But it's only been twenty minutes!'' 
 Max cocks his head. `` What has?'' 
 But of course, he has the metabolism of an eleven year old. 
 Anxiety worms it's way from my palms to my chest to my flush face. I almost feel like I'm the one coming up. 
 `` Hey, let's go to my room. You can lay down on my bed.'' 
 Max nods. 
 We have almost reached my room when he tumbles to the ground, rolling back and forth over himself, laughing like I've never seen him laugh, not even when he was a baby.
